The Bad Thing:
Recently on the Giapetta project we've been pitching to a big game/toy vendor for our Marvel/Disney people. And we created prototypes for their licensed characters on new games/puzzles. These are hand-made prototypes requiring many hours of highly skilled labor by our lead partner Fred, and other fabricators.
After our last pitch, we left the prototypes with Head of Toy Company. His secretary asked for the address to mail them back. Ellen gave her the address for Fred's house, but didn't have the zip code. Secretary said, "No worries, I'll look up the zip code and send it."
Are you sensing that worries should be in order?
Somehow she put on the wrong zip code.
It arrived at a business that did not expect it. Opened up a box of strange looking prototypes that look vaguely technical. And they called the bomb squad.
Who came and blew it up.
Thousands of dollars worth of our unique prototypes that could not be easily replicated if you had the money. And, of course, Toy Fair is coming up in early 2019 and we were, of course, going to be using those prototypes to pitch our stuff.
So that fucking really sucks.
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, sure, but I really didn't expect the Bomb Squad to be fucking with us.