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Let’s fly the flyer

When I bought the large quantity of paracord, I knew I had to do something with it. If I bought that much cord and enough buckles to match, I would consider myself a fool for not doing something with it. This played in the back of my mind over and over.

One day I came home and looked over the flyer that I had been working on. I thought the flyer looked pretty good, but I had to fight that self doubt that wanted so badly to creep in. After I tweaked it all it needed, I recall sitting in front of my computer and looking at it over and over. I then pushed the buttons to print out a few copies. I figured what did I have to loose. If no one was interested in the bracelet, it would hurt, but at least I would know. If I didn’t put up the flyer, I would always be angry with myself for not doing what I knew I should do. So up on the walls they go.

Now let me explain a small dynamic at my job that I have seen occur several times over the 25+ years I have been working here. Whenever someone puts up a flyer for something they are either selling or for a union position they are running for, if the person isn’t well respected, there will be all sorts of comments written on the flyer. The comments could be derogatory or supportive, but it is definitely a non-scientific way of getting a general opinion about someone’s reputation from the masses so to speak. I went back and forth on whether or not I should laminate the flyers. I decided not to and let the flyers “fly”.

Next time I’ll tell you how the flying flyers went. See you then Constant Reader.

Trickles here and there

After I sold the first two, the very next day, a couple other co-workers, said they saw them and wanted one. Of course I was happy to help them out.

Around this time one of my co-workers, another police officer, asked me about my “Thin Blue Line” bracelet. I told him that I made them and was considering selling them. He asked to buy one right away. The next day when I saw him again, he said he needed another one for his wife and maybe one for his daughter. Once again after they got their bracelets, I see him another day and he says he needs one for his sister-in-law, father-in-law, and I think his mother-in-law. Within one week he needed about six of them. He also told me that a lot of other officers were asking about his bracelet and he was telling them to contact me. Now this is all before I put up one flyer.

Now around this time, I decide to make a purchase of 2000′ of paracord from my supplier and a bunch of buckles. Back to that talk about the flyer…this was a heck of an incentive to get off my arse [sic] and walk outside of that box and do something different. At least different for me. Come by next time and see what I did.

Talk to you soon, Constant Reader.