The title is relevant to what I am writing about because I finally got my shipment of culinary business cards in the mail. I even went as far as to buy a metal business card holder for when I go out to dinner or meet a professional I think will help at some point along the way. I know I know, I am a college kid who is unemployed so a business card means next to nothing. So what, I ordered 250 of em. I figure, worst case scenario I can make it rain in the quad and hopefully 1 or 2 important people will pick one up; most likely a cop, on his way to issue me a ticket for littering...
|"The perp was picked up for litterin'. I checked out his alibi an it dont stick"|
|I wasn't kidding when I said I ordered 250 of em...|
"I'm not a businessman, I'm a businesss...man!"
|"Peter Hahm? The Culinary Institute?"|
|Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark...|
As useless as it sounds for a college kid to have a business card, here at the CIA you never know who your going to bump into and strike up a conversation. It's not odd to spot Emeril Lagasse roaming around our plaza, or other important people walking the halls of Roth. Its good to be ready. I'm promoting a brand now. Peter Hahm, Inc. Pleased to meat you...