Getting up at 5am is definitely worth it when somebody hands you an envelope stuffed with £200 while you are chewing an overcooked sausage and drinking coffee that tastes as if it has been extracted from a jet engine.
Yup, that is what happened to me at my breakfast networking session. I had recommended my coach to somebody, they had signed up and bingo, I got a referral fee. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there is nothing like the thrill of easy money – all that hard won lark sucks!
It makes up for the fact that we have gone from selling 50 – 75 cards per week, to a big fat zero. Losing the Etsy shop has hit us hard. The new Shopify site is up and running, but getting traffic to it is proving difficult. I’m getting more likes ever on Instagram, but nobody is buying. Damn them!
I want to hire an SEO/Google Ads expert I met at networking, but my husband who works in IT, wants to do it himself. That’s all very well, but last night he tried to strike up a conversation about Google Analytics with me at 11.30pm after spending several hours puzzling over it.
‘How much is your time worth? Do you want to spend every evening poring over Google and then talking about it endlessly with your wife who is NOT INTERESTED? No? Then let’s pay someone else to do it,’ I said.
He seemed to have bought the idea, so let’s see what happens.
I had a meeting with one of the Top 100 this morning and now have two proposals to write. I am desperate to take on more people, so I am keeping everything crossed.
I am all over this. I am clearly a cash magnet. Money comes to me when I am eating sausages.