In the middle of the depression my father threw me a life line. He offered to pay for another machine. He said and I quote “That was the cost of learning”. I want to expound on this further.
The cost of learning
The money I had raised was not a waste. Even though at that point it felt like I flushed it down the drain. It had a purpose. The money I had raised was to teach me how to do my research better. It taught me to device steps to ensure I am not swindled again. It taught me how to ask certain questions to the supplier and how to look at critical factors such as:
- What is the company’s response time?
- What are the other buyer’s feedback?
- How long have they been in business especially on the e-market platform?
- How frequently are the sales representatives online?
- Are you able to call them?
- How patient are they with your questions?
I also learned that I was too quick to accept the first company I saw. I have a rule of thumb nowadays. I look at 5 companies. You could look at more if you please. For me it prevents analysis overload. This is when you have too much information or variations that it becomes overwhelming. In addition, before I begin I have a check list of what I am looking for from product specification to customer service. This allowed to have a criteria to judge a business.
Afterwards the most important lesson was to take a step back and let the idea settle. If you are like me you get excited over new things. This led me to make haste decisions. It was never an emergency. However, I had convinced myself that it had to be done now. My window of opportunity was closing that very second. I could not let that happen, could I?
I finally ordered another machine and guess what? It came!! The machine came around November-December 2013. As it is with life it did not come without glitches. First my courier forgot my package for two weeks. Then the system showed it was delivered in Nairobi but, it had been left in Dubai. With all the commotion my machine arrived a month later than it should have.
All that mattered was that it had arrived. Safely. I put it in my room and stared at it for three days. I did not dare to touch it just in case it was not real. My idea was now tangible in front of me. I had risen from the pits of darkness to have it right in front of me. who knew?
Until next time….