Inspired Action

Well, I heard about my interview.... I didn't get the job.

No way!! No pity parties here. I've been majorly busy!!  Part of the reason I had for wanting a job in the Business Development Department was because I had an idea that I had hoped to reveal when I had proven myself.  Well, I decided that idea was good enough to submit anyway.  So I asked the salesman, ___, I've been talking to for his opinion on the idea.  He was pretty impressed and suggested that I take it to the owner.... Seriously? Straight to the owner? Holy hell, talk about jumping into the deep end!

But ___ really believed the idea was good. I've been talking to him now for several weeks and we are getting to be friends.  He wasn't blowing smoke.  So I decided to go for it.  I went straight home and wrote the proposal.  I have never written a proposal in my life and didn't even know where to begin.  Funny thing though, when I sat down to the computer, the words just flowed out of my fingertips.  This is what I'm talking about when I say "Inspired Action."  In fact, everything about this idea was inspired.  It came to me in one of those lighting bolts of inspiration as I was sitting on "my" bike one day.

I talked to ___ this past Friday.  On Monday, I printed out my proposal and got dressed (I wore my red cowboy boots and for confidence). Then I went to see ___, because he promised to give me some input on it.  "Breathe, Tam" I was afraid my knees would buckle under me as I stepped out of the car.  But I didn't let it stop me. I tossed my hair back; straightened my shoulders and strode across the parking lot like I had already won.  However, once I crossed the threshold, confidence almost failed me so, I made a bee line for my bike.  I threw my leg over the saddle and sat there imagining what it felt like to own that beast and how it would feel to be in control of that kind of power.

Ok, now I was ready.  I walked up behind ___ as he sat at his desk. He didn't sense me there right away, so I said, "You're future ex-wife is behind you." (Inside joke.) He turned around and gave me a great smile.  I presented him with the cookie bribe I had brought and sat down at his desk.  I handed him the folder with my proposal and he read it.  "Breathe, Tam, breathe." The two or three minutes he took to read it felt like an hour.  Finally he looked up, took his glasses off and looked me in the eye and said, "Tammy, this proposal is an idea worthy of a job.  You've really given this some thought."

He wanted to keep it a couple of days to see if there were any suggestions he could make.  I went back to see him.  He didn't change a thing and the proposal was sent up to the owner's office before I left.

I'm still Snoopy dancin!!

I'll be at the dealership on Saturday for an open house and to do a little networking, so I'm hoping I'll have some news.