Tuesday, October 26, 2004
CARD-BORED
Got a new set of business cards, my first for the new job, quite recently.
I’ve always regarded these little pieces of cardboard as compressed résumés that would, hopefully, enlighten people we’ve just met as to why they’re bothering to talk to us.
At home, I have about six or seven boxes of business cards that became obsolete the moment a phone number changed, a company moved floors or I handed in a resignation letter. Then again, I am to blame for all those expired business cards, for I must have handed out less than thirty of them all these years.
Still, I’d like to think that I have hundreds of free little bookmarks.
I’ve always regarded these little pieces of cardboard as compressed résumés that would, hopefully, enlighten people we’ve just met as to why they’re bothering to talk to us.
At home, I have about six or seven boxes of business cards that became obsolete the moment a phone number changed, a company moved floors or I handed in a resignation letter. Then again, I am to blame for all those expired business cards, for I must have handed out less than thirty of them all these years.
Still, I’d like to think that I have hundreds of free little bookmarks.
