Why I’ll never say I’m booked
I’m writing this in the middle of crazy. Overflowing, messy desk. Full calendar, tax prepping, phone call at eleven, the baby just fell off his motorcycle, what-do-you-mean-the-washer-is-flooding-my-office… crazy.
So I’m really busy. Really really.
With all the new relationships I’ve made over the past few months, old relationships that are being refreshed, and partly due to my mid-January Special I’ve started off 2010 with an avalanche of new business. It’s the dream, right? When things are slow, I see posts on twitter about how busy someone else is and I have pangs of envy. Hey, can I be busy, too? How did they do that?
One thing I’ve seen a lot of lately is service providers who bill themselves as “booked.”
“Sorry, I’m booked.”
“Booked until August.”
“No inquiries, please. You should have hired me before I was internet famous. Now I can’t possibly help you.”
I’m helping a very large number of people right now. I’m slammed, my calendar is full this month. Yet I refuse to say “I’m booked.” You won’t get me to say it, even with Hershey bars and nylons. Last week a client called and asked if I was available. Staring down my calendar, without hesitation, I answered, “Of course. What do you need?”
Am I stupid? Insane? Is it that I just don’t care about work/life balance? Gee, maybe I’m not “doing it right.” Well, I’m definitely not worried about that, since I’m the one who decides how to do this anyway.
Sorry we’re closed!
Wouldn’t it suck if you went to your favorite coffee shop on a Tuesday morning and you found a locked door and a sign that said, “We’re sorry. See all these people in here enjoying hot beverages and free wi-fi? That’s about all we can manage for now. Please come back in March.”
There’s a jazz club in New York City called Smalls. They’re not kidding, either. It’s a tiny basement of a place. The first time I went, my friends and I waited in a line that stretched the whole block. Whenever someone left, the dude at the door let an equal number of people in.
I wondered what would happen if they just locked the door at capacity and said, “We’re full.” After a few nights of finding this sign, how many people would keep trying? Would they just find another jazz club? You can only trudge out in a cold drizzle so many nights before finding a place with jazz that maybe isn’t so great but is… open. And warm. With drinks.
Creating Demand
Ever heard that before? If a service provider says they’re booked, they’re creating scarcity and demand. Bully, but I still need help. I needed your particular brand of help. You know, the kind you’ve posted all the testimonials about and described in great detail, which sucked me up like a spider in a vacuum but… you’re booked.
I still need help.
I know you have twelve kids. I know your husband can’t do his own laundry, or your wife wants “hubby time” tonight. I know you’re internet famous and your email is just overflowing with love, appreciation, sex offers, and insults you have to try and ignore, but…
…wait. Why are you posting cute Elmo videos on twitter? I thought you were busy.
Anyway, the Elmo video was a hoot, but I still need help.
So you’ve created demand. Awesome. Now what? Do you just sit back on the couch and enjoy the demand? How does this work exactly? Do you earn 3.5% interest on all that demand? What are you doing with my demand? I demand to know.
Quantity vs Quality
Okay, I admit it. There are only 24 hours in a day in my universe, too. So I fit in as much work as I can, spend time with my family, fix the washing machine, blah blah blah. I fit sleep and yoga in there somewhere.
I run a creative business. My entire job relies on me being creative and whimsical. If I don’t get rest, if I don’t have times during the day where I’m working out “Eleanor Rigby” on guitar or enjoying some tea and biscuits, my creativity is going to die like, well, Eleanor Rigby.
I can only work on so many projects in a day and still do my best work, it’s true. I’m a one-human shop so I’m limited by that pesky thing called time. I envy robots, who don’t have to stare at iCal when they talk to a client about deadlines. “You need it in the morning? Beep. Whhirrr. Shhhhhh-pop! It’s done.” No loss in quality, either! Creativity… another story).
It’s important that I’m able to set realistic deadlines with my clients. I would rather deliver a proof early than send a “Sorry, but…” email. Of course. But quality and creativity over time, every time.
So sometimes we’ll need to set a longer deadline to make sure it comes out as good as it possibly can. But that means I have to keep myself open for the discussion, right?
Missed Opportunities
There’s a big difference between announcing to the world, “I’m booked” and turning down a project after you’ve heard the deadline. Saying, “I’m booked” is locking your door until August. Then what? You open the door, peer out and wonder aloud, “Where did everybody go? I’m ready now. Heeeeyyyyyyyyy!”
What does it cost to listen? How much time does it take to let someone in your shop (figuratively speaking) and ask you for help?
Besides, when you hang that cute little “Shut” sign on your door, you’re missing an opportunity to build new relationships. Say you’ve taken on as many projects as you can handle for the month without affecting quality. Someone makes an inquiry. Consider two scenarios:
A. They won’t even be ready for you until August. They just want to secure your services for later in the year.
B. They need it asap. You could refer someone else, which means you not only helped a client, you helped a fellow service provider who will now be looking for a way to scratch your back when the opportunity comes around.
I think it costs a lot more to lock the door.
Busy, but not Booked
So, yep. I’m crazy busy. Am I booked? Never. I am never booked. Please call, please write, please ask. I know there’s something I can do to help you.

Sparky Feedpants




