A puppy tells his dad to quit staring at spreadsheets on a Friday when squirrels and rabbits are everywhere. The dog's got real work: security, critter surveillance, neighborhood intel. Dad's chasing spreadsheets and buyer promises instead.
Dad, it's Friday. The sun is out, the squirrels are unsupervised, and you're staring at a spreadsheet. Again. I don't understand your species. Every day it's just one more email, just one more follow-up, just one more Google Sheet. Meanwhile, I'm out here managing security, monitoring rabbits, and conducting neighborhood intelligence operations. And somehow I'm not the one getting paid. You keep saying that distributor loves the brand. Cool. I love bacon. Notice how I don't spend 6 months talking about it. Anyway, I'll be under the desk judging your life choices until dinner, which, unlike that buyer, had better actually show up.
He Sold Pickle Shots Out Of His Trunk. Now He Runs The Co-Packer That Won't Bury You In MOQs.
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