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Fire

i just finished Sycamore Row by John Grisham.  It’s set in Mississippi in the late 1980’s and as one of the characters so perfectly stated, “it’s always about race and money”.

I grew up in the South.  My family goes back to the late 1700’s on one side and mid-1800’s on the other.  They were shopkeepers, manufacturers and farmers.  This meant that they owned slaves.  My family has never discussed this, but you couldn’t farm in the South without slaves and at one point my ancestors owned hundreds of acres where a mid-size city has since sprung up.  This meant potentially dozens if scores of slaves.

Growing up in the South, slavery was really not discussed.  It was rushed past in history classes and at no time do I recall teachers or anybody really discussing the horrifying situation of slavery.  Yes, Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Harriet Tubman, but not much more.

I once asked my dad where all that family money went and he basically said that previous generations pissed it all away.  I replied that I wish they had left some for us to piss away.  I guess this proves that my lack of financial acumen is buried in my DNA.

Back to Grisham’s book and now for a SPOILER ALERT:  if you continue reading this post you will be spoiling one key part of the story.

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The Grisham novel portrayed a tragic event in 1930 of a lynching for no reason other than racist greed.  During one of my strolls down the country dirt road during my Off-the-Grid vacation, I thought about that climatic part of the story and about my own experiences with racism growing up in the South.  One particular incident sprang to mind and I carefully thought about it because I was so young at the time…..

I was in the second or third grade, my parents had divorced and my mom was back in college getting the degree for the profession she always wanted.  I’ll digress another time about that major accomplishment of hers and what it meant to me.

Anyway, we were living in a modest college town in a very rural section of a southern state.  We lived on the second floor of an apartment building in a fairly large apartment complex (about 10 or so buildings). Below us lived the new university coach, his wife and their two little kids (younger than my mature 7 or 8 years).  He was the first coach at this college to have black players on the team — it was not well-received by all.  I can’t remember the sport but it was either football or basketball.

Our area of the South was turbulent in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s.  I remember hearing the teachers at my public elementary school whispering that the Black Panthers were in the school.  I had no idea who/what they were other than large felines.  Regardless, I didn’t want to bump into them in the halls…

I was attending a newly desegregated public school.  It was challenging for the adults.  We had two housekeepers at the time.  Lucinda who worked for us Monday through Thursday and Olivia who worked on Fridays.  Lucinda would call my mom in the mornings sometimes and tell her “Don’t put the babies on the school bus today.  I’m heading over now.”  She didn’t want us in school if there were any signs of trouble.  I have digressed to give you context of the bravery of the aforementioned college coach.

Back to my story:  I couldn’t sleep one night.  I don’t know why.  I clearly remember looking out my bedroom window overlooking the parking lot and seeing the trash dumpster outside our building on fire.  I ran for my mom and dragged her over to my window to see the fire (because of course she didn’t believe me).

Now it’s not just the dumpster, it’s a burning cross with men in hoods.  I barely remember seeing that because my mom grabbed me and shoved me under my bed.  She told me to stay put.  My older brother missed everything because he slept through all of this.

My mom either called or ran downstairs to the coach’s apartment.  I don’t remember that part.  What I do know is that the coach was out of town, so his poor wife and kids were alone in a ground floor apartment with a cross being burned right outside.  My mom brought them upstairs.  That’s all I remember….

I wish I could tell you if the coach and his family stayed or moved on after that.  I can’t remember.  I don’t know what happened with the cross burning — I seem to recall that the police eventually showed up.  I just remember thinking several years later as I matured, “Damn, I have actually seen a cross burning….”  We were lucky — nobody was hurt.

Crazy shit, right?  Everybody has interesting stories, this just happens to be one of mine…

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Photo by Stephen Radford on Unsplash

Off the Grid – Day Two

This was written last week on my Thanksgiving vacation.  For Day One, click here.

Today is a quieter day.  Windy, a bit overcast with a sporadic light rain shower.  I refuse to entertain the notion of being even the slightest bit cold, so I’m cozy with my layers topped with a lap blanket.  This enables me to stay outside on the porch’s comfy sofa while breathing the clean, country air.

We are alone here.  Just me, the Hunter and the Kracken.  Another hunter is here, but he has a nearby girlfriend so he stays with her.  They have TV, internet and central heating — who can blame him?  They have popped in and out — two 20-somethings in the first phase of love.  She’s adorable.  He’s the handsome, quiet, military type.

Last night as I made some dinner, one of the camp owners burst into the kitchen.  He surprised us both — he didn’t know I was there and I didn’t know he was dropping by.  After our mutual surprise, we chatted and the Hunter arrived. I gave him the Hunter’s gift of Florida oranges and met his beautiful teenage daughter with the adorable country twang I lost many years ago.  The Hunter’s camp is in a rural area close to where I grew up.  These are my people.

I’ve enjoyed the quiet.  Being off the grid is nice.  Having an auto-reply email message excusing me is lovely.  Apparently activity around the camp will pick up by the weekend as more folks show up.  We’ll have to share the kitchen and bathroom.  I’ll be one of maybe 2-3 women and the only non-hunter.  It will be interesting.

The Hunter is so thankful I’m here.  He has company, he’s not alone or bored.  He confessed to me during our ride up here that he has been consumed by anxiety.  I’m glad he’s talking to me about it.  I wish I could wave my magic wand and fix it.  I listen and offer a different perspective.  Here’s an example:

The Hunter was musing out loud that maybe he was bipolar or had some mental disorder.  I said no way on bipolar and explained it to him.  He then said that as a kid his parents took him to a psychologist.

Back up:  I said he’s gifted and that was part of his problem at school.  Gifted kids oftentimes are disruptive because they are bored.  He said school was hard.  I said they weren’t engaging him so he could learn.  Now back to the psychologist.

He said that his whole family went (parents, sister and him).  He doesn’t remember how old he was but it was between 8 to 11 maybe.  They stopped going to the doctor after four visits.  He doesn’t know why.

I said that I knew why.  I told him his mom put a stop to it because her secret would pop out.  I told him that he would have told the doctor that she was beating him every day, then the doctor would have to report it and then all hell would have broken loose.

He was stunned.  That gave him something solid to chew on for about 100 miles.  I never excuse his mother.  What she did was horrible.  He was a very bright, energetic, loving kid — she didn’t understand him and I think she has some serious issues, but that’s a post for another day or not at all.  Those are his demons.

On Day 2, I had a call with my business coach (OK, my phone did work and I also had limited texting, but not much).  Anyway, she asked me why I’m not a Million Dollar Producer.  She said I have the ability, the know-how but my mindset holds me back.  I told her that I agree and I finally have the answers:

  1.  My marriage held me back.  The career had to be #3 and I had no support for my career ambitions.  That’s hurt me long term.
  2. Business development involves interrupting which is a form of confrontation.  Confrontation has terrified me due to the horrific response I would get from both my mom and my Ex.  I’m slowly recovering and learning that confrontation may be awkward but it isn’t scary with normal people.
  3. Consistency eludes me.  I’m working on small changes and small new habits to see if I can build a basic foundation.

She was impressed that I finally had figured it out.  We also talked about OppA and OppB .  It was a good call.  I felt strong afterwards.  My 2019 Business Plan is so simple I can fit it on an index card.

  • Embrace my CRM and use virtually every damn feature it offers.  I pay for the damn thing and it works beautifully.  The more I use it, the more I will love it.  When I returned, I spent part of my first day watching a few videos and getting back up to speed on it.
  • Small, consistent bites of the elephant I call business development. I just need to get into the DAILY morning habit of 15 minutes of cold calls, 15 minutes of emails, 15 minutes in LinkedIn and 5-10 minutes of warm/follow up calls.  Just an hour each day.  Once I get that hour going consistently every day, then I’ll add 5 minutes to each category or add another hour later in the day, but for now I want to make this DAILY habit a reality for at least six months.

I want 2019 to be the  year I prove to ME that I’m a Bad Ass Success.  At first I thought, “I’ll show everyone”, but I realized that I need to prove it to myself.  I need to prove to myself that I am a Bad Ass.

Here’s my 2019 Resolutions (sorry for those who hate resolutions, but I like goal-setting):

  • Financial Security:  make enough $$ to pay off all my debts and start some significant savings.  $200K will suffice, thank you very much.
  • Make 3 New Friends: Make some new girlfriends that I can hang out with and enjoy.  The book, MFF Seeking BFF, really resonated with me.  Friendships will only help to improve my mental health.  I realize that I need to have a plan for this, so I’m working that into my Daily Habits.
  • Get my Living Quarters Functional so said friends can visit me without me cringing.  I need a sofa.  I am determined to get one in January come hell or high water.
  • New Job that has the collaborative environment that I have been craving.

At the end of the day, my head is getting healthier and clearer.  I feel better.  This week in the woods is great.  I have fun books to read, business/self-improvement books to explore and plenty of great walks with a dog who lives to join me….

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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Off the Grid- Day One

This was written last week during my Thanksgiving off-the-grid vacation.

Here I sit on the porch of an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  I’m surrounded by woods and fields, the nearest road is over a mile away and it is only a lonely two-lane country road. I have no internet, no phone, no TV.

When we arrived, I sucked in my breath.  Could I handle a week of this?  It was eerily quiet at night and very dark.  Coyotes howled.  It’s cold.  OK, cold for me whose blood runs thin.  This place is one big man cave — one bathroom, a kitchen without an operating stove, and a level of cleanliness that does not come close to my bare standards.  OK, the bathroom was actually clean, so I was OK.

I snuggled in my sleeping bag on a wide lower bunk on the first night.  I slept well.  I awoke the next morning after the Hunter had left for his tree stand.  He left me coffee — what a love.  The Kracken and I went outside to the comfy sofa on the porch so I could suck down some caffeine and get my bearings.

My mind launched into story-telling mode.  I did this as a child.  I would tell myself stories.  Long, detailed stories — the type I would want to read.  I spent the majority of the day telling myself a very long, detailed story of a young woman who inherits her grandmother’s farm and turns it into a retreat/vacation spot.  It was lovely to let my mind go.

The Kracken and I took a series of walks, both with and without the Hunter.  The Kracken is deliriously happy.  He’s off the leash, dashing all over, exploring.  In his mind, this is the Best.Vacation. Ever.  At night he dreams constantly.  During the day he is perpetually in motion.

By the end of the first full day, I conquered the farm house/hunting bunk house.  The kitchen is figured out, light switches are located throughout the house and comfy nooks for me are tested and identified.  I moved a space heater into a sitting room that is filled with afternoon sunlight and it becomes my cozy evening reading spot.

My favorite spot is the comfy couch on the porch.  To my right is a huge field of soybeans ready for harvest and the dirt road that leads out to the highway. To my left are two old barns and trails leading into the woods.  In front of me are woods just past a large lawn.  The lawn has two very old oak trees and the area is chock-full of birds:  blue jays, cardinals, finches, warblers and more.  I watch them busily chirping and singing as they go about their business.

I am at peace.  My mind is calm.  I feel good.

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It felt like this.  Muddy dirt road…  Photo by Ibrahim Rifath on Unsplash

I Feel Better, but…

I wrote this back in August/September 2018 and somehow it has been sitting in my drafts…

I do feel much better these days.  Mentally and physically I just feel like my mojo is returning.  My daughter, Taz, remarked as much this week.  I still have some demons to deal with like the IRS and a small mountain of debt, but I feel like the financial stuff will work itself out.  I still have days where I feel a little funkish, but they are fewer and fewer.

Working for myself and being really the only member of Maggie & Co is a lot of work.  I have a lot of things I want to get done and not enough hours in the day.  I keep making lists and trying to prioritize, but it’s not easy because I get interrupted frequently and these aren’t interruptions I can avoid.

Then I do silly things like plopping in front of the computer and writing a post instead of working.  I worked on some things for a potential small new client that will be a complete waste of my time and I didn’t start on the moneymakers until late in the day.  Plus I didn’t really do any meaningful business development.  This is the kind of shit that gets me into trouble.

I do have a lot of work — good work that makes me money.  But I’m finishing up these projects and it will be time to begin new ones, but I gotta find the new ones first.  I refuse to stress about it.  Yes, I have lots of things to do.  Yes, my time is limited. But, that’s all OK, I’ll get it figured out.

The Hunter’s new company is rolling along and gaining momentum.  He is creating income streams where we didn’t think they would be.  He’s trying out new concepts and he likes some and hates others.  We discuss that it is all a part of prototyping.  He has been making more money this year than he’s made in the past two, so we are excited for him (and it takes some pressure off of me).

I think we are headed out of the woods now and it’s a big relief.  I cannot give myself too much slack on the business development side of things.  I have to create my own opportunities, so I cannot sit on my butt and wait for the phone to ring.  I just need to be strategic about it.

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Photo by Joanna Szumska on Unsplash

I’m First Runner Up

Today I had my coffee meeting with OppA.  It was laid back at a cool hipster coffee spot.  I was early, she was late.  I got over-caffeinated which is never a good thing, but I reigned in my hyper speed and stayed on task.

It was a good meeting and there is definitely potential, BUT….they are talking to a “Big Team” and it sounds like they are approaching the finish line with them.  They wouldn’t be ready for me until mid-first quarter 2019.  This made to me hesitant for two reasons:

  1. Big Team means more internal competition in the same turf I wanted to stake out.
  2. I’m not going to be winning the Beauty Pageant; I’ll be a Runner-Up or just part of the crowd.

Man, can’t I just have a home run win sometimes?!  Nope, life isn’t that easy.

It’s not all bad.  We mesh.  We have the same values, the same collaborative, consultative approach.  That’s very important.

Two things I thought about as I debriefed with my BFF:

  1. I have a pretty good idea who the “Big Team” is.  If it is who I think it is, they are good guys, but they are sharks.  Meaning that they are constantly and competitively focused.  Not a bad thing, but they will trample you if you get in their way.  Do I fear them?  No.  I do have a healthy respect for them and perhaps there are ways we could work together.  I’ve always liked them.  One is a bit of a frat boy with a potty mouth, uncouth edge but he keeps it seemingly under control for the most part — no rumors about him stepping over the line. He is also pretty damn funny.  His partner is the serious one, but nice.  If it is who I think it is, I’ll write more about them later.
  2. I wonder if the OppA leader can handle having strong, assertive additions to her team.  Right now she is the Queen Bee and is leading this small division, but once you start adding in more senior people, how will she respond?  Does she want to continue to be the Market Leader for all marketing efforts?  Will her ego allow for others to take center stage in the press and the public on occasion?  Her current senior partner is a nice guy and easy to share the limelight with, but how much sharing is she comfortable with?  She worked hard to get this role, so I wonder if she wants all the glory because she “earned” it.

It’s too soon to say.  I asked a couple of questions for which she didn’t have answers.  These were involving some niche lines of business that aren’t handled locally.  The good news is the local office isn’t doing any work in those areas.  It would take a lot of time to ramp it up, but it could be quite lucrative.  She has worked one of those niches in the past and was open to pursuing it again.

The other good news is that she does want someone for an area that the Big Team wouldn’t be focused on.  This is a bit of an issue because I’m not focused on that area either — me and Big Team are stomping around the same water hole right now.  I explained that I could shift, but my current focus and contacts are elsewhere.  Sorry, I had to be honest.  She said she was OK if I was in the same watering hole with the Big Team.

The next step is for me to follow up.  I need to write her a polite, professional thank you email, then I need to contact her adorable Partner (per her request) and chat with him.  If I pass muster locally, then I’ll have some calls with senior leadership back at the Mother Ship.

Pros:  stock options, group health insurance, a nearby office location, ability to focus on those niche lines of business

Cons:  more internal competition than I was expecting, no signing bonus, she will divvy up any inbound leads which means she can keep the good stuff and dole out just the crumbs….

Am I disappointed?  No, I just got a reality check. Now, let me craft a lovely follow up email….

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I’m just one in the crowd, although I don’t have such a sour expression… LOL                            Photo by Flaunter.com on Unsplash

 

Friendship

I am reading MWF Seeking BFF:  My Yearlong Search for a New Best Friend.  I have mixed emotions about this book.  On the one hand, it has a lot of great information about making friends and different approaches to take.  Rachel Bertsche is a great writer who combines the science of research with the fun of a witty memoir of her own journey.   On the other hand, it shows me how much my fucked up childhood has impacted my life long term which in turn makes me a bit melancholy.

Before I start my pity party, let me first congratulate myself on recognizing the fucked up aspects of my childhood and refusing to replicate that for my kids.  They grew up in one town, basically one great neighborhood with two parents.  My daughter has an extensive circle of friends from middle school through med school and beyond.  She stays in touch to the best of her ability and that really makes me happy.

My son is a bit of a different story.  He’s a guy, and friendships are different for men.  But he did have continuity and stability plus great team sports throughout his childhood which lead to him rooming with his high school buddies in college.  Mission accomplished.

But this post is about ME!  As I read this book (and I do recommend it), I have moments of sadness and regret.  Regret that I don’t have many close girlfriends from my childhood.  Sadness that I don’t have many close girlfriends now and apparently I haven’t been using the proper methods to attract such.  Sigh.

I get it.  I had a tough marriage that did not lend itself to giving me time of my own.  My Ex hated and actively discouraged me from having friends or “Girls Nights” or anything remotely symbolizing Me Time.  Here’s a classic example of how he would punish me:

When my son was several months old, a GF invited me to go shopping.  We went to a big outlet mall and spent a great afternoon without kids.  I came home at dusk to a home with no lights on and a crying baby.  My husband was lying on our bed with the crying baby.  His explanation was basically it was all my fault for being gone so long.  WTF, can’t you man the ship and give me some time off?  The answer was clearly no.  I was furious.  Furious that he wasn’t caring for our children properly and then guilting me for trying to have some time to myself.

Now this is the man that would come home around 8:00 in the evening after usually having a drink or two with “clients” or his partner.  Now how the heck am I suppose to have friends with an active saboteur in my bed?  The answer:  it was impossible, so I pretty much gave up.  If I could have lunch with my friends during the work week, that was the best I could do.  Anything else was a logistical clusterfuck.

One of the few times I carved out time for myself was when I had a brief affair and then it was only once a week and immediately after work — I said I was working overtime.

Towards the end of our marriage, I met the woman who has become my BFF.  He actively tried to sabotage that.  Interestingly enough, he had met one of her work colleagues and at first was OK with it.  Then the work colleague ended up being a complete bitch to my BFF and of course the Ex agreed.  I’m convinced that work colleague traded sexual favors for his legal expertise….but I digress.

Between a childhood of moving around constantly and an Ex who discouraged any friendships, it’s no wonder I feel like a social pariah at times.  I was thinking about the town I lived in the longest during my childhood and that duration was only 3-1/2 years.  That’s insane.  OK, I know that military families are moving constantly but that’s expected and usually those families actively help their kids address that situation.  There was no reason for my moving except for an impulsive mother and virtually non-existent dad.

Now I have the time and a man that actively encourages me.  I am lacking money for serious friendship cultivation, but I think that’s surmountable.  I have a new goal:  expand my friendship circles by meeting new people and learning how to be a better friends.  Consistency.  Yikes, that nemesis of my character/being.  I need more consistency.  Now, let me go email a couple of women I have been trying to friend.

Oh and go read Rachel’s book.  It’s a good read.

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Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

Why Adam Sandler?

My mind must be really churning these days.  I woke up having had a dream about Adam Sandler.  No, I didn’t fuck him.  I know, now you are not interested, but I blog about my dreams so I have a record of them.  Remember, this is all about me, LOL.

I often dream about celebrities.  I have no idea why, but they always take the same track.  They are a friend that just happens to be a celebrity.  We chat or hang out.  Rod Stewart was a go-to dream buddy for years.  I remember in one dream I was hanging out with him and his wife in Hawaii.  Usually it’s male celebrities.  I don’t hang out with Reese Witherspoon or Nicole Kidman in my dreams. Maybe I should change the channel and try that?

Back to my buddy, Adam.  Once again I am wondering why am I dreaming about him?  It was a rather mundane dream with no excitement, no sex, no huge celebrity wanna be moment.

I do remember that somehow we were in a situation where it was incumbent upon me to speak to him.  I told him that my favorite movie of his was Funny People followed by Spanglish.  He didn’t really say much, but I expressed my admiration about his work without being an obnoxious fan.   Obviously the dream was more about my thoughts than anything he would have to say….

In the morning, I immediately logged onto my go-to dream interpretation website, Dreamscloud.com to figure out WTF is my subconscious telling me.  Here’s what they say:
* May symbolize what the celebrity is famous or known for and how you relate to those abilities.  Hmm, I think I like how he’s been stretching in his acting roles but I also like how natural and relatable he is in his roles.
* May represent the part of you that is like that celebrity or identifies with his/her qualities. I like his vulnerability in those roles and also his “don’t give a fuck” attitude at times.
* May represent your obsession with a certain celebrity that is carrying over into your dreams. Yeah, not happening.  I’m not THAT crazy.
* May suggest a wish fulfillment in that you are wanting what they have. This is an interesting thought.  He’s expanded and grown in his career.  Could that be a clue?  That and the money he has earned…who wouldn’t want that?

There was a part before Adam popped in that I was helping an artsy woman make art using cut-up plastic straws.  I have no idea what all that was about.  I don’t even know who she was. I’m not even crafty or artistic.  Maybe that was about creating and collaborating in a new way?

Anyway, just another record of another interesting dream. I think I’ll ask my subconscious for something sexy tonight to liven things up….

 

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I May Have Choices

Why was I dreaming of weddings?  Because I’m thinking about a new commitment.  I am working on two new job opportunities.  I may have a third in the works, but for now these are the two on my radar.  Granted I have more conversations and negotiations before a decision by all parties will be rendered, but I have two that are occupying my thoughts.

They are the same, but different.  The companies have the resources I need, an office that is close to my home and people that, at first glance, would be a good fit ethically (a big deal for me).

One (let’s call it OppA) requires that I give up one aspect of my business.  This aspect is one that my business coach believes I excel in.  The other (OppB) will not only let me keep that aspect, but will potentially help grow it even more.

Before you say, “Maggie, it’s obvious that OppB should be your first choice”, it’s not that simple.

OppB requires one of the partners to do some significant rainmaking with me to develop the new business.  This partner, who is very well-connected, is also semi-retired.  Is she willing to jump back in?  If she isn’t, then I don’t want to go there. It’s could be that simple.

Also, the managing partner is pretty black & white — he doesn’t see a lot of gray and sometimes I have difficulty with people who strictly follow rules.  I see rules as guidelines and that doesn’t go to well with some.  I’m not saying I would do anything illegal or morally wrong, I just don’t believe certain commitments are necessary in certain circumstances.  I can’t really go into more detail on this one, but he made a comment at lunch that made me flinch because I am guilty of the very thing he was bashing…..

And this guy is very vanilla.  He doesn’t really drink, watches his diet, and is happily married to a college sweetheart.  I like that, but it also contributes to some of his narrow-mindness.  I certainly have broadened my thinking since my divorce, so I tend to think he just hasn’t had some of the life experiences that create more empathy.  He reminds me in some ways of my old boss that I just left.  Very straight and narrow.  My business coach likes him a lot, and that does help because she talks to him regularly and knows how his mind works.

We are scheduled to have lunch with the semi-retired partner probably after Thanksgiving.  That will give me time to check out OppA and see if it is even a viable option.

OppA is an international firm that has a very narrow niche in my profession.  They are very professional and have the reputation of being the absolute best in this niche.  I have to admit, it puts pressure on me to be my very best.  Do I want this pressure?  It depends.

I like the local folks.  I worked with one of them and we sat on a board together.  He is adorable and well-loved by all.  I don’t know the other partner well, but we sat together at a luncheon and gabbed endlessly which lead to this opportunity.  I checked her out with my homies because we worked in different parts of town and never crossed paths.  She is also well-respected.  She’s got a great resume.  Mine isn’t too shabby, but she’s got more awards than me (better PR firm- LOL).

One thing that weighed on my mind with OppA is the question of where my profession is headed due to the major shifts technology is bringing to many.  This OppA has such a niche that the impact would potentially reverberate more with them than others.  How are they planning for it?  I stalked their website and industry articles about them.  They just finished one big change which will help, but what else are they doing?

I called a GF from my days with the big corporate giant.  I’ve been helping her as she launches her own consulting firm.  She’s great and immediately connected me with another corporate giant refugee who now works for OppA.  He’s a heavy-hitter and he immediately took my call to chat about the company.  He’s working with both the local folks, so I know that word may trickle back to them that I’m already doing my due diligence.  That’s fine.  I’ve got nothing to hide.

The other interesting thing about OppA is that they need me.  They need someone with my experience because they have work to be done, but not enough depth to execute it effectively.  It’s 2-3 senior people and several rookies.  Only one of the senior people does specifically what I do, so they do need to shore up their bench.  They lost a senior person over the summer.

Actually the local office underwent a huge upheaval a couple of years ago when the entire local team (except that one senior guy) sold out to a big corporate giant.  The company has been re-building down here ever since.  That happened to OppA several times resulting in a massive restructuring to lessen the brain drain.  I get it.  When folks are approaching retirement, it’s easier to cash out by selling out and putting a few transition years before riding off into the sunset with barrels of cash….

In my world, these big transitions create opportunities for others like me.  Plus OppA will push me to be better.  Be better in business development.  Be better in business execution. Be better in time management.  Be better in mentoring and developing new talent.  Can I handle that pressure?  I like to say yes if the pressure is positive and not a dragon breathing down my neck.  I could have a partnership path.

OppB would also allow for some similar profit-sharing opportunities, but not ownership.  I like the people of OppA better at this time.  I am slightly concerned about the cultural fit of OppB.

This is a big deal because the plan for both would be to secure the position, sign the contracts and make the switch by January 1st.  That’s only seven weeks away folks and with the holidays, time is short.  I don’t need to rush it, but starting 2019 at the new job would be the easiest shift from an accounting standpoint.

Stand by, I meet with OppA late this week and this will tell me if they really want to consider marriage or am I putting the wedding before an actual proposal.

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Which road do I pick?  Photo by Vladislav Babienko on Unsplash

 

Weird Dream

Talk about a weird dream — this one is way up there.  I was dreaming this morning and now since some time has lapsed, I am forgetting most of it, but here is the gist of it:  I was sitting in the back of a church? with my Ex as we prepare to get married AGAIN.

We were sitting together and he leaned over to say, “You know this is for the best for everyone.”  I was reluctantly agreeing.  Then it was time for me to put on my wedding dress but when I went to the parking lot, my car was gone.  Stolen.  I was so relieved because obviously I can’t get married without a wedding dress.  Crisis averted.

I had to figure this out, so I went googling around the internet and the answer that most resounded with me was this one:

“If you dream of a wedding dress or wedding ring, you may be evaluating a current relationship and considering the prospect of getting married; you may be considering making a commitment to someone or something.”  This came from DreamCloud.com

What commitment am I contemplating?  That’s my next post….

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Photo by Morgan McDonald on Unsplash

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