Inventing the worlds best mouse trap – part 2

I had invented a product that would absolutely keep peoples televisions, microwaves, and stereo components from being stolen and resold, no one wanted it? I could not believe what I was reading whenever a new piece of mail came with a no interest reply! How could a company not want something that would make life better, and stolen electronics worthless?

So I thought, well this idea will make peoples homes safer because it will reduce home robberies. Insurance companies will get excited about this idea, because they want safety in the world, so I started writing them. They were not falling over themselves in eagerness to buy up my idea so their clients could have a better, safer life! What gives, this is a great idea, people will be safer, and millions of dollars in claims won’t have to be paid out? I was at a loss to understand this dilemma. More importantly, where were my [now] million dollars, from this great idea?

Finally it dawned on me. If my idea stopped theft of home electronics products such as televisions, microwaves, computers, and stereos, the manufacturing of these products would slow down because there would be far less demand for replacements. Manufacturing companies were in business to make more of their product, not less.

Insurance companies were in business to make money from burglary and theft, not actually prevent it. With less theft there would be less need for insurance. Insurance company profits would drop.

The crime rate would drop due to less theft, so police departments, jails, and prisons would not need as many people working. A big portion of the regular, and underground economy would dry up because in a few years there would be no person, or place to sell non working stolen electronics items to. No one would be needed to track down burglars, and thieves. A whole sector of the economy would be put out of work.

What a stupid idea I had! What was wrong with me thinking that making the world a safer place, and preventing theft would be a benefit to society? Here I was one person trying to destroy an economy that took centuries to perfect! Thousands, if not tens of thousands of people would be without work, and income. No wonder no one was interested in my idea. I was suggesting they all commit fiscal suicide by building something that rarely needed replacement. Only replacement for worthwhile upgrades, and innovation.

There is a lesson here, just not a good one. Perhaps I can build a better mouse trap, it just better not be made so well, all the mice are caught! If I have another great idea, I am going to make sure it is packed with glitz and glamour, but does little for the consumer except part them from their money. It will be a huge success in the stores across the country, maybe even the world! I just need to think of it.

Share

Inventing the worlds best mouse trap – part 1

Ever think you have that big idea? The one that is going to make you rich to the point you will be ashamed to tell people how wealthy you are? So much money you will become bored traveling all the time? I thought I had one of those ideas once. It popped into my head out to the blue, like most ideas do, good or not. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. After a few days, it was getting hard to go sleep at night thinking about the simplicity, and profit potential of my idea. I could not believe someone had not thought of this before. I was going to be rich!

I set to work, finding out how ideas are put on paper, what format was needed, and how much detail I needed to go into. It was a cheap to make, simple idea, so I knocked out about eight typed pages, with a page or two of drawings supporting my idea. Every time I retyped out my paper I would be thinking about how rich I was going to be. This was so much fun! Every day the money I was going to make grew by another thousand dollars.

Finally it was complete. Now the only question was what mega company was I going to share my idea with? Which company was big enough to make it work, able to corner the market before the knock off products started showing up? That decision took the better part of a week. Then I found out I had to create a non interest letter for the company I was going to send my idea to. The way I understood it, it was a letter that generally states that I have an idea, but I am not really interested in it. I think your company might not be interested in it enough for you to request that I send you what I have on paper. Then your not interested design and production staff may evaluate my idea before you decide you may be interested enough to pay me some money for my idea. So far so good? Yep? Okay, off to the bidding wars.

So I sent off my idea to a multinational corporation. Then I sat back and waited. A week went by, then two, three, four weeks, and nothing! On the sixth week, I received a reply from the company addressed to occupant or something else pulled out of the dictionary of non-interest.

Wow, this is going to be good, they are really interested! Dollar signs are rolling through my head by now. Well, they made it clear that they really weren’t interested, and did not appreciate my suggesting they were interested. The second sentence of the letter stated they very annoyed that I contacted them to start with. A third sentence did not exist.

Well, what do I know, they are probably too big of a company to start with. I tried more companies, and they weren’t interested either. All the companies I wrote were only interested in selling more of their products, not taking on new products that would take major manufacturing changes to produce.

Part two tomorrow….

Share

Flu shots, one hero, and sheer terror

As I stood in line for my flu shot today, I remembered an uncle who passed away several years ago. He had participated in WWII as a belly gunner in a bomber aircraft. He flew and landed at least three planes by himself, because his crew had been killed from either flak exploding around their plane, or fighter aircraft machine gun fire. He used to tell me in some detail how they cleaned out the plane, including draining the blood from the bodies that had pooled in the lower sections of the plane’s belly. Unfortunately for him, he saw a lot of death, and carnage during his time in the war.

My uncle had a funny secret, he was terrified of needles! He never submitted to a shot after his military service for over twenty-five years. I went with him to the doctor that day because he needed something that could only be given through a needle. When he saw the needle, he suddenly slumped and started sliding to the floor. He had passed out from fear! He had told me he was scared of needles, but I never believed him until then. A grown man, war survivor and hero, passing out from the sight of a needle, what a funny sight!

What a funny way to remember someone, and not very flattering to say the least. Every time I find myself in a flu shot line, or giving blood, I have the same humorous memory of my uncle slowly sinking to the floor. Only in my memory he is wearing his military uniform with his medals pinned on his chest that he never showed anyone while he was alive.

Share

Grateful but not on Sunday, stop lights, tail gating, and breakfast

Today is my Sunday, or for most people on my schedule, my first day off for the week. Because the Monday through Friday work week never materialized for me, changing my Sunday rest day in this way this has been a boon for me.

Having my first day off as a rest day, makes my ‘Sunday’ rest day special. I am tired from working through my week, so I relax and enjoy the day. I have time to reflect on my previous week, and remember the things that happened I am grateful for. I have the whole day to make the transition from working and business thinking into relaxed, easygoing thinking patterns. I have a whole day to think about what was important to me this week, and take of those elements of the previous days that need attending to and arrange them in order. I have a real break between working for someone else, and doing what is important to me. I can complete a chore I dislike without thinking this chore feels just like an extension of some unpleasant task my job requires of me.

One of things I am grateful this week is for the woman who cooks my breakfast. I start my day at 5:00 am, and my normal breakfast is about 9:00, so that is when I like to eat when I am at work. She is there at her grill almost every day. Most days she works very hard for her paycheck. Every day she makes sure my meal is prepared with care and attention. That makes my breakfast special to me, and it tastes better too, than some slapped together Borg food. This lady does not have to care about what she does, but she does care and that makes her cooking special. Her caring makes herself and the food she prepares for myself and my fellow employees first meal of the day taste better. Everything is better when the person doing it for you cares about what they are doing for you, meals, haircuts, or checking your purchase out at the local store is more enjoyable when people care about their work.

Stop lights all seemed to turn green just as I was driving up to them this week. Along with the lights, drivers around me were not as aggressive as I know they can be, so driving was more of a pleasure and less of a hassle. There also were no tail gating drivers three feet from my back bumper as I drove along near the speed limit in the far right lane.

I have lost three distant relatives who seem to be extraordinarily wealthy, whom I never got the chance to meet because they died before I was discovered. The representative acting in their behalf of liquidating their estate assures me that there is quite a fortune waiting for me. I am sure there is because it appears that my recently passed relative was rather thrifty, and having people around them who can read and write well was not up their on the priority list. I explained to the last one, that as soon as I receive my money from the first two I will be ready to claim my right to this most recent estate. It’s only been a few years now, so I am sure the check will be here any day.

Also I read in my email, that more personal areas of my life are not going that well either. Also my choice of materials to view is not all that it could be and these people are concerned about that. Finally there seems to be an unfounded rumor that I am wetting my pants because a few emails this week, are concerned about it. For a price the authors of the emails are willing to share with me the secrets for stretching various parts of my anatomy, of which they are sure would be a cure for my rumored condition. These are all a part of being grateful for what has happened in my last week, or at least the high points.

Life is better when you are grateful for the little things.

Technorati Tags: , , , ,

Share