Taking Care of Bidness Cards
The inspiration of the card that I just had to have. This design is by Mandate Press.
I’ve never had a real business card. The completion of my education has taken up most of my adult life thus far, and though I was employed as a university instructor, you don’t get a business card from the University of California unless you have an official tenure-track position. Even if you are the instructor of record. Even if they pay you so little money that, hey–how ’bout being a sport, UC Regents? How ’bout letting your underpaid teaching force feel important? It’s just a 3.5″x 2″ piece of paper! Even a card that says “instructor” and not “professor” would be fine!
Nope. Nada. And though I know this shouldn’t be a reflection on my self-worth, it is. Sometimes.
As far as I know, people aren’t in the practice of passing out business cards that say “stay-at-home-mom.” Though I have heard of people exchanging cards for playdates, I’m not game for that one. I do try not to have issues with my identity that stem from having an official occupation that only exists in relationship to someone else (wife, mother), but my liberal mindedness only goes so far. Hi,
I’m Anna, I’m Mini’s Mom. Here’s my card. Mini is available for parties and playdates! And I am his escort!
A business card should not be a big deal. But if you have never had one, it starts to seem like one. I know that anyone can make up their own business cards to say whatever they want them to say, but perhaps there was a part of me that felt like I would be officially of value to someone, somewhere, in a fiscal sense, once they had bestowed upon me my first business card. The BlogHer conference is coming up, and the business of blogging has been on my mind. This blog is less than a year old, and though I am pleased (overall) with the rate of its growth, I’m not (yet?) raking in the big bucks. And since I’m my own employer, it rests upon me to produce a business card, and I have to have one before the conference.
Another super cool design. By Dependable Letterpress.
Here’s another example of where my ego, combined with my perfectionism, can get me into trouble with my finances. I needed to get a business card. It was to be my first business card! And even if it wasn’t going to feel “real,” since I’m making it for myself instead of getting it from some corporate entity, I was going to make it as “real” as possible for myself. I was going to design it and I was going to make it letterpress, because it’s beautiful and less common, and more impressive, and exactly the business card to which I feel entitled. I’m 35. I have two advanced degrees! Even if I make only $4,800 a year, I will have the business card that reflects where I’m going, not where I am!
Look, if it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for me. Via Fussy.
Mr. Right-Click is always supportive of me in my endeavors, but even he flinched at the thought of letterpressed business cards. Because he goes through business cards like water, and doesn’t see the point of spending that much on them. And in his line of work, it would not be a benefit anyway. I don’t know that it’s a benefit in my line of work, but I managed to convince myself it would be–because of the aesthetic element of blogging, the design part, you know–but the fact is, I just want letterpress business cards. And so, though Mr. Right-Click told me to make it as a “business decision,” I only half-heartedly did so. Mainly, I just decided I wanted my first business card to be nice.
The proof of the business card Exquisite Letterpress is making for me.
So now it will be. And I’m supposed to come back from Chicago with no cards left, so you guys need to hold me to it. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be getting back on the frugal horse now.