Per Swenson
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- Jan 16, 2007
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No skating around the edges.
I just posted this over at JLC.
But before we get to that, let me offer both my apologies,
and a brief explanation for my absence.
We are broke.
Being broke carries more connotations then just being out of pocket.
It has the tendency to question ones own self worth.
Second guessing.
30 years in business and what? No one calls?
Crap, must be my fault.
Gee Per, maybe you charge to much.
Besides, my customers must be thinking.
I can get a mahogany bedroom set at Bobs for a grand.
(Bobs is a local NJ furniture store with awesome deals.)
Ikea, wall-mart, you have heard the litany.
And now,
The post from JLC.
Hey folks,
I turn 52 in a matter of a few weeks.
I have been building stuff since cognizance
No really.
I wasn't allowed to build plastic models as a kid
Nope, balsa.
Guillows aircraft kits were only allowed.
Plastic cars were considered sacrilege.
They had instructions, not blue prints.
No chit, my first grown up toy was a Stanley hand drill.
Oh it gets worse.
Today my mother is 80 years old and she still goes to work
in a store she has owned since 1964.
Yeah that store put me through school...
You would think I would take that Ivy league money and study engineering.
Nah.
English, Philosophy, and Poli sci.
Ever try getting a job in those fields?
Flippin academia.
So I decided to work for my self.
From jump street.
Hang on, there is a point here.
I was never able to be ruthless in business.
I suck at it.
I let every body slide.
I sell my self cheap.
Hence today's graphic.
Per
I just posted this over at JLC.
But before we get to that, let me offer both my apologies,
and a brief explanation for my absence.
We are broke.
Being broke carries more connotations then just being out of pocket.
It has the tendency to question ones own self worth.
Second guessing.
30 years in business and what? No one calls?
Crap, must be my fault.
Gee Per, maybe you charge to much.
Besides, my customers must be thinking.
I can get a mahogany bedroom set at Bobs for a grand.
(Bobs is a local NJ furniture store with awesome deals.)
Ikea, wall-mart, you have heard the litany.
And now,
The post from JLC.
Hey folks,
I turn 52 in a matter of a few weeks.
I have been building stuff since cognizance
No really.
I wasn't allowed to build plastic models as a kid
Nope, balsa.
Guillows aircraft kits were only allowed.
Plastic cars were considered sacrilege.
They had instructions, not blue prints.
No chit, my first grown up toy was a Stanley hand drill.
Oh it gets worse.
Today my mother is 80 years old and she still goes to work
in a store she has owned since 1964.
Yeah that store put me through school...
You would think I would take that Ivy league money and study engineering.
Nah.
English, Philosophy, and Poli sci.
Ever try getting a job in those fields?
Flippin academia.
So I decided to work for my self.
From jump street.
Hang on, there is a point here.
I was never able to be ruthless in business.
I suck at it.
I let every body slide.
I sell my self cheap.
Hence today's graphic.
Per
