
Uptown Theatre
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
established June 28, 2004
To be revised and updated many times, no doubt. Last updated
Start with the basics: money. The company finances were started with a $576.68 purchase, with personal funds, of an identity package, (letterhead, business cards, and envelopes). This was the first and only outside investment in the company. It was eventually reimbursed, from company funds.
Using accrual accounting, for the first complete year of business, the company billed $104,369.28. We had expenses of $63.611.05, (including $50,555.11 in printing costs and $6,459 in taxes). This yields a net income of $40,758.23. Of that, $10,500 was withdrawn in Owner Draws.
There were several one-time, or infrequent, investments in the first year, including licenses, permits, accounting software, and the previously mentioned identity package.
If things were to remain steady, and I continue to do some of the major jobs that I received last year, then I stand to make more than I did last year. This wouldn’t be too difficult, given that I made very little money for the first 4 or five months last year.
However, I don’t expect things to remain consistent and steady. Even if it were true, it’s a dangerous assumption to make. One of the major problems at Old Company’s design department was its tendency to rest on it’s history.
Clients come and go. Budgets come and go. I need to diversify the client base this year, enough to ensure a consistent flow of business.
The marketing I attempted to do last year while getting started was a miserable failure. Of the many letters I sent out, and the phone call followups I made, all cold-contacts, not a single job came out of it. I had researched industries and companies that interested me. I searched for organizations with the budget and need for designers. I tried, whenever possible, to find the name of the head of communications or design, and contact them directly.
Nothing.
Which may explain why trying to do the same thing while you’re looking for employment never seems to work.
Primarily through referrals and my existing client base, work finally started picking up, starting in October of last year. Around the new year, I sent out thank you notes to most of my clients. For the top tier clientele, I sent out packages of Christmas cookies. (In my own experience, nothing makes so good a gift/suck-up as food).
Now, I am doing nothing. Up until now my work load has been steady/high. To the point where I either didn’t have time to do any marketing, or was cautious about doing so for fear of being able to handle the extra work it might generate.
Trusting in what you already have is always dangerous. So the “no marketing” approach is not a good idea.
Existing Clients
Nothing is so valuable to a designer as existing clients. Not only are they feeding your bank account today, but they feed your client list tomorrow. Most new design work and clients are generated by word of mouth. I need to find 2 main things: 1) A way to express to these clients how valuable they are to me and how thankful I am, and 2) A polite way to ask them to refer me to other people and companies whenever they get a chance. Need to explore these two items in much finer detail.
New Clients
I want to find some successful ways to directly market my company to new clients. A lot of people recommend joining one of these networking groups. They meet on a regular basis, and do nothing but stand around and talk to each other about what they need. People tell me they get a lot of work that way. There’s got to be some other successful ways. Maybe I can check with other designers.
It’s only come up a couple times, but ethics does come into running a business. A large part tends to deal with the clients you’ll accept. I debated with myself recently when the World Bank was looking for new designers. I’m not reactionary enough to believe they’re totally evil. But I don’t agree with much of what they do. They do, however, pay well and offer regular work. I would say a borderline potential client, because up to a point, it’s not for me to say how a client should do business
Likewise, I would be hard pressed to work regularly for clients that were simply selling useless shit. As I normally put it, I’d rather not make my living convincing people to buy soap. I try to avoid blatantly “consumerist” clients. I have no problem with people making money. But that doesn’t mean I have to support a type of lifestyle I myself try to avoid.
Thankfully, much of the potential client pool in this city is non-profits and associates. You can find a good living with clients generally looking out for the common welfare.
Outside of choosing clients, there’s also the consideration of how you treat them. How much will you excuse in the name of business? For me, the fine line has always been to be as open as possible with the clients, while keeping things and plain and simple as possible. Clients are always given an estimate before work commences, along with the terms and conditions describing how that estimate is applied or disregarded. Line items on estimates and invoices are grouped together for simplicity. I’ll always break it down upon request. I don’t hide that purchases from vendors are marked up, though I don’t feel it’s the client’s business to know how much. I’m always open to debate about any amount I estimate. I encourage clients to express their questions or concerns to me, rather than stay upset and stop using me.
One issue that struck me earlier this calendar year was how clients are treated. With one client in particular, I was annoyed at having to work with another person they hired. It wasn’t ego or pride or any such thing. I simply felt they weren’t offering any additional value. And while I certainly wasn’t being insubordinate or pissy, I simply wasn’t being anything. They got exactly what they needed out of me. Not a word more. And eventually I realized that was really stupid. It’s a business transaction, but I was reacting in a personal manner. My job, as I’ve always defined it, is to make things as easy, fun, and successful as possible for my client. If I don’t like the client, get rid of them. But don’t give them any less than I would another client.
That last paragraph brought up a good point. What is my job? My Mission Statement, if you will, (although I hate pretentious junk such as that). Call it “What do we want to be when we grow up…”.
We create and provide visual presentation materials, be they in print, imprinted, or online. We offer full service, from initial ideas to production and delivery of the finished product. Our service and materials will be as hassle-free and as easy to understand as possible, while maintaining the highest quality of which we’re capable. We’ll be open and direct with our clients, vendors, and coworkers. We want to make things as easy, fun, and successful as possible for everyone.
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
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Being an adult can be pretty cool. I get to have provolone whenever I want. The way I remember it, provolone was a special treat when I was growing up. Cheese usually meant New York Sharp Cheddar or occasionally those big government blocks of orange stuff. But provolone was special. It has this great, smooth taste. And it was round! The only other non-cubicle cheese I had any experience with were those things you get at Christmas with nuts all over the outside. I mean… my grandparents had round cheese. But it was always blue cheese or soft stuff. Blue cheese is mold, so… you know… ew. And cheese shouldn’t be soft and gooey. Butter is soft and gooey… not cheese. But occasionally we could get provolone. I don’t remember ever having it after Morelli’s closed. But Morelli’s had a little, mini deli counter thing. We could go in there and tell them how much money we had for this, and they knew just how much to cut. I can even remember going in there once with my own money, and buying it as a snack. Not a ten-cent popsicle, or fried pig-skins. But provolone. There was a little thrill involved… doing something surely wrong.
You can add that to my list of geek-hoods. Cheese Geek.
I don’t even know how long it’s been since I had a winter wardrobe?. I distinctly remember having winter and summer clothes, that were stored away in chests and closets during the off-season. Never liked that of course, because it meant giving up my favorite clothes. But outside a couple sweaters and my heavy coat, I don’t have much in the way of seasonal wear anymore. Spending so much time inside, even my shorts and sandals get continuous wear throughout the year.
I was thinking earlier tonight, as I stood at the window smelling the summer, how much I missed summer evenings in small towns. It meant coming in, tired and dirty. You could feel the day unwinding, like a cat yawning and hunting for that perfect spot to take a nap. You saw neighbors who’d just finished their days. The windows were open, of course, so you could still hear the city finding its way home. It’s not so much the event, as the feeling. Sort-of a tired joy, with no worries about tomorrow.
Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine does a good job of capturing the mood.
I also stood watching Pixel, just after I’d fed her, earlier tonight. I leaned against the corner in the kitchen, sweating from the humidity. Something about taking care of her is so much more real and tangible than all the other so-called adult things I do. Doesn’t hurt, I suppose, that there’s some very tangible feedback involved. It was sort of a mellower versions of one of those, “Whoa…. this is my life” moments. A sudden burst of self-awareness. You can see exactly where you are in the scale of everything in your life. Or maybe it’s just me feeling old, in bits and pieces?
Where am I? No idea. Some things in my life are so very adult and as-expected, that it’s almost depressing in it’s mundanity. Other things I do or have leave me feeling like I’m refusing to grow up and be responsible. I don’t have a reference point on many of these things, either, which makes it harder. My mother admits to having watched a lot of TV. But no adult I knew growing up could have spent time on the ‘Net. How does that measure up? Are reading things online that your friends have written, or seeing what artists have created, any more or less a reasonable thing to do than watching Carol Burnette? Going out to clubs and bars is something wholly new to my life. There were no clubs and bars where I grew up. Well… bars, yes. But not quite to the social extent they are here. My apartment certainly doesn’t look adult to me. But then, my friends are practically still living in frat houses. And, you know… a complete lack of romantic female companionship makes it hard to tell if I even could manage an adult relationship.
But is there anything inherently bad in the way I live my life? No. I’m no hermit by any means. I’m always looking for new things to scare myself with. I take full advantage of the freedom offered by a single life.
So yeah…
I got that going for me.
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