Take my card

Someone at my work decided that I should have a business card, so I got business cards. Lots of ‘em. Know what that means? I’m a professional. I made it. I’m legit. I have a job in which people might be interested enough after meeting me to want to contact me at work. I can rub elbows at business events. I can say, “Yes, give me a call. Here’s my card.” I’m a business woman.

Know what this really means?

I can win free lunches by dropping my business card into fishbowls at my favorite restaurants. Now that I am the master of winning radio contests, I’m going to move on. My new mission is to innundate the fishbowls around Gainesville with my business card.

I always thought it would be cool to have business cards. Very have-your-people-call-my-people. I’m there now. I will no longer be speaking to my friends via phone. But your people can call my people, and my people will pass along the message.

Maybe I should have gotten people before I got the cards.

You know what is uncool? Making your own business cards – especially the ones with the perforated edges. They always have an I-printed-these-at-home quality and a shoddy piece of clip art in the corner. The font size usually looks a little wrong, and the print has the streaky look. I don’t know what is sadder…having a business card with perforated edges, or having a business card for the sole purpose of winning free lunches.

Who cares. Here, take my card. Have your people call my people. We’ll do lunch.