Hey folks… Feeling pretty philosophical and retrospective today.
Over the past 15 years that I’ve been my own boss running video production companies I’ve always found my work through referrals.
To be fair, I’ve held two Day Jobs that I applied for where I knew nobody (I worked at a craft brewery for 1 month shortly after I moved to Vancouver and my second health care centre video production job was in response to a Craigslist ad) but in terms of self-employed or business income?
All of my work has been referred.
ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.
Looking back, I’m certainly thankful but I have to say I’m a bit surprised.
I reflect on this having just submitted my response to a major corporation’s Request For Service Qualification bid request.
I spent approximately 20 hours putting my virtual best foot forward and realized that there isn’t a single person on the inside working on my behalf to get my proposal approved.
I respond to a fair number of RFPs over the course of a year and I get over half of them because they come to me from people who I have a professional history with or who have been referred to me by colleagues or clients.
Today, I’m just another manila padded envelope with a professionally printed and bound submission.
My maternal grandfather was a simple man who grew up on a farm and worked hard his entire life. In his 80s he still cleared snow for his neighbours, the “little old ladies” who were 20 years younger than he.
Things were simple in his world: work hard and enjoy the simple things.
His grandest praise was reserved for my grandmother’s cooking. She would make simple fare like potatoes, hamburgers in gravy, corn and a fresh apple pie every weekend. To hear grandpa fuss you’d swear she had cooked a meal fit for a king!
“Geez mum, that smells good!”, he’d say without fail every time dinner was served.
Grandpa had a simple philosophy:
“If you were meant to have it, you’ll get it.”
I wonder if life was simpler then or whether nothing has changed except the way we relate to life…
I miss my grandpa. I think he’d be proud of what I’ve done.
The bid process had two options for submission: online eBid or hard copy.
I delivered mine, smelling like fresh printing always does, in a padded yellow envelope.
Just the way I know my grandpa would have.
And now we wait.
Thanks for reading!