On August 9, 2019
A couple of months ago, I went to a hair appointment in the middle of the day for the first time in what felt like forever. It had been at least half a year since I took the time for a haircut. As I glanced into a storefront near the salon, I saw a colorful sweatshirt with “INSPIRED BUT TIRED” on the front.
“Yep. YEP,” I thought to myself. It’s hard for me to admit but my sentiment was summarized on a $70 sweatshirt. I’m real tired. But I AM SO EXCITED for what’s to come, and energized by this industry daily. I may not own a distillery (I hate cleaning and math), but I certainly have gone through all of the ups and downs business owners face.
Here are some of the truths of owning a creative agency in the distilling industry (besides glorifying too much work):
- “Why can’t I write this off?” will forever be my #1 question.
- Swim suit bottoms double as underwear when there’s no time for laundry.
- Leftover coffee in the pot can double as “cold brew” when you add ice.
- “Just checking in on that invoice…”
- Client submits label to TTB. First response: “This copy is deceiving.” Change nothing on the label and send back. “Approved.”
- “Happy hour” sometimes lasts for 5+ hours.
- Lawyers are excellent resources for understanding alcohol laws by state…for the same cost as a barrel of whiskey.
- People make the “research” joke about our drinking on the job being RESEARCH. I’m not researching anything except: GOUT.
- Weekly emails from the depths of the internet: “I’d love to see if there is a way we can collaborate at some point!”
- Federal Excise Tax (FET) is on my mind daily, too.
- VACATION is plowing through work on a Saturday because there are less meetings and emails.
- Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is always sliding off my foot. It’s a meme, and an analogy but also I just need to buy new socks.
- Deadlines sometimes mean trying gin at 8 AM.
- Thinking with my eyes shut is the new sleeping.
This post reminds me…I need to schedule a cut. And no, I won’t be buying that sweater in the shop next to the salon. I prefer my “Hire Me. Fire Me. Whatever” shirt from my days of freelancing.
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