Am I In A Made for TV Special (part 1)

5-26-10

The last 24 hours have been drama. Full of highs and lows, victory, and failure, love and um, anger. Here's a recap...


Last night I went to state street in Madison to work after Debbie came home from work. I've got it down to an art. I've got an extra battery, a desktop wireless mouse, headset for talking with my VAs over skype,and a list a mile long. The evening started off pretty well with a conversation with a marketing expert about how to position my brand. He thinks my product could be really big because it's not a "me too" brand. No one else is out there doing this sort of thing, so being the first is always a good place. We discussed a marketing campaign followed by a press release a month down the line after I have my first 5 clients. Etc.


This got me feeling pretty good about the business. By the time the coffee shop closed at 11pm, my mind was buzzing with ideas, and a walked up and down state street for awhile to process things. Then I was off to buffalo wild wings - they're open until 1:45am, and free wifi, plus .45 cent wings on tuesday. Win-win-win.


Anyway, at about 12:30 I felt like I had gotten a lot done, and didn't need to push on to 1:45am, and would come home early. I really felt like things were really starting to fall into place with the business, and things were getting better and better. I probably wouldn't need to do many more late nights out until 2am as things were starting to gel. I decided to take a victory lap up state street, around the capital, and to my car, smoking a victory cigar. I was making my way 'round the capital building, and on my way back down state street to my car when the trouble began.


I got a frantic call from Debbie. She though there was a burglar in the house. Normally she can be a little skiddish at night, but she seemed particularly worried. She was whispering and I could barely hear her, and it was noisy on state street, so that didn't help. She told me to "get home fast" and I tried to explain that if there were indeed a burglar in the house, then me arriving home 30 minutes later despite a highly accelerated pace and sprint to my car would probably not be the best course of action.


We went back and forth for about 10 minutes while I tried to tell her she should call the police if there was truly a home invader, and she told me to wait, and then hush, and then she couldn't talk loud. Meanwhile, I was so distracted trying to determine the legitimacy of the home intrusion that I was unable to find which lot I parked at. She kept asking if I was almost home, and not wanting to alarm her further,  I told her I was on my way.


Finally after about 25 minutes of agony on the phone, her fear coupled with her frustration that I was not home resulted in a hanging up of the phone. When I finally got home, there was no burglar, but there was a very angry and scared wife who told me that I should never go to Madison to 2am again, and that I should just get my work done and home, etc. etc.

Not the best way to end the night, but a fitting spot for a commercial break.