8:53

HQ.  Already a couple messages exchanged.  Changing topics, changing mind.. forgetting about the 1000 words/day for 2022.  That’s silly and quantitative.  I’m not like some people, I’m not a number-chugger.

Making #prospectesk the masterblog.  Yes that’s supposed to be one word… everything stemming from the AE story.  Building my own agency…. Trying to set an appointment with a business in this one building, then another….

Requested a huge credit because our instal team fucked something up, HORRIBLY.  

What can I do, but what I can do.  Which isn’t much in cases like this.

Interview with prospective AE or AAE, not sure, at 11:45.  I have some questions prepped from the last two interviews I participated in, but I want new ones.  I want more structure.  It’s like I’m interviewing ME.

Why do you want to do this?

Why do you want to work here?

What is your strength?

Whatever a weakness is for you, how will you make it a strength?

Then, somewhat shamefully, I looked up something like “questions to ask when conducting an interview”.  Some good ones I guess….

Looked at candidate’s CV and she is absolutely qualified for this position.  And by that, I mean AE, not Associate.

9:33

Turning BDX into more than a blog.  Latte helping.  A company, a life, voice, HEALTH… pen ready, jotting everything.

Sight out window, trees no leaves.  Some traffic on Corporate.  Suddenly want to leave the office and head to coLAB, or back to Skyhawk maybe.  Won’t allow self.  If I need to get up and walk around, then do that.  But you’re not going to cL and definitely not back to house.

Staying in creative/revenue mode.

Started new doc, new stream of pages in addition to these for 2022….  H2BanAE.  First couple lines written.

Still nothing posted to any blogs yet.  Getting up to use restroom, wash hands and splash water to face.

10:50

Taking another break.  Not prospecting as hard as I usually do, and that’s okay in my mind, with how I feel.  Meant to get a sparkling water when I went to the restroom but forgot.  I keep asking myself, “What next… When is this shit going to be over?” No interest in talking to anyone frankly, except the page.

:59

Interview, or at least my portion of it, in 46 minutes.  Trying to get self in that posture and face.  It’s tough, this morning.  Kerri texts me, asks if I’m doing better.  No idea what to say.  Am I?  Not really… If I’m being honest.  Deciding not to respond.  I need space, time, ME.  Collection…

……..

6:16

After a great and encouraging meeting, I’m re-geared, newly steered.  Collecting and still doing EOD here in Nook office… to HQ for calls tomorrow morning and may do more calls than I usually do.  Lunch later, then a zoom with a leads group connected to my current.  Building my agency.

The interview this morning has me reconnected and fervent assembled in the AE sea and story.

Perception, words, statements… so interesting, and entertaining.  Now I REALLY see what Mr. Sedaris was talking about when he said in his Master Class … anything can be funny, eventually.  Was something like that, I think.  Either way, that’s where I am.

Need to take better calendar notes like so many I know.  Mom, definitely Dad… my old Sales Engineer, Ditter… and others.  Doing now..

-HQ

-Interview

-Back Skyhawk, lunch

-MEETING (approx 90 min)

-Back to Skyhawk after quick drive East on 12 to St, Francis Winery – just turned around, no tasting

-Debrief, now writing before dinner

MORE NOTES.  I keep telling myself this.  I’m a poet, not a prose architect.  Brevity… singular tracks, quickness… don’t have time to spend years on a single fucking book. 

No way.

8:52

Listening to some chill ambient tracks then going to bed.  The day ended more than positively and favorably.  Done talking to Sue, and she to bed.  Texted friend, and now she asleep.  Me retiring soon, wake early and run and write and prep for calls and more meetings.