Robinson 44

Evaluation

I have been thinking about things the last couple of weeks and really trying to evaluate everything around me. A friend kidded me the other day and said I was having a mid life crisis which I completely found offensive. I don't think all of this can be summed up as something as cliche as that. I've just had a lot of questions going through my head.....about everything. The thing that has really been dogging me is the "possible" realization that what I am doing, might not be working.

I have had my head down working on this since day one in November - that's a long time. The crazy thing about this is that at any time I feel like I am two weeks or less away from an offer. That is, the phone could ring and spring me into a final interview that gets the wheels rolling quickly to an offer. Even now that is true. Every week I am making meaningful contact with all the right people and I have a lot of activity in my search but I just can't get a deal to close. Even this week I spent two solid hours alone with a CEO discussing the industry and the economy just bouncing ideas off of each other. That was awesome and I think both of us enjoyed it but it is just not a match right now. For the most part I am waiting for phone calls promised, meetings promised, promised expectations, yaddayaddayadda.

So in the end, there is still hope. Actually I have a lot of hope but the noose around my neck is the fact that what I am doing might not be enough and worst of all, it might not work. If it does not work then the options become less than desirable. Everything could change in my life - everything.

I am still in this.
I am a survivor.

Cntl - Alt - DELETE

Thursday as I started my morning at my computer, the damn thing died. I figured that a clicking sound from the hard drive simply could not be a good thing. Turns out that it was a complete failure of the hard drive and I pretty much lost everything - yes ladies and gentlemen I was the owner of a Dell paperweight. I can't complain though because I got seven years out of that box and it has served me well. I will be able to recover most of the information with time but this is never fun.

I hope that people in my circle near and far check in here from time to time even if you do not comment. Please do me a favor and send me an email with your personal/business contact information so that I can verify what I have and archive it properly.

Loving the Macbook Pro though.....glad that I made the leap from the dark side.

Job Scraps

Tomorrow I pick up the scraps. I have probably a dozen small leads, references, research bits, outside shots, that I need to clean up and follow up on. Seems to be all of the low probability stuff but still things that deserve to be documented, tracked, and in some cases executed on. This will be about as exciting as folding clothes but I need to get id done.

What's for Lunch?: Pita

Lamb, garlic, tarragon, cucumber and cilantro get bucknasty in a pita.

He Said, He Said: You Gotta Pull The Cart

He Said: You know my dad always used to tell me, "You need to find a woman like your mother, a woman that can really pull the cart."

He Said: Wow, that is really true, they just don't make women like that anymore.


I am more than sure that this statement goes completely lost with most women.......and men for that matter.

By Definition

Looking for a new opportunity: Got a job, probably just looking for a new one.

Between jobs: When you have been out of a gig for a short time and trying to move on.

Unemployed: Well, I think that is a lot like me.

So when does this end? I have no idea. The last couple of weeks have been tough on one hand because it's felt so futile and wasteful. I have felt like I am on the bottom of the heap which is not really like me and I have felt like I was on the brink of giving up. On the other hand, I have gained even more momentum and created three very real opportunities/interviews for myself this week and I am doing well. How can I be this close for so long? It is just dangling before me seemingly only to be taken away.

But.

As lacking as I feel, I am always reminded of how much I have. I have been blessed with more than most, and my what I lack is what many would never dream of having. God keeps my leash tight and puts it in my face how blessed I am. I think if I went out tonight and did not wake tomorrow, people would look at my life and say that George really lived it all. What in the world could I have asked for given the lives of others taken before their time? How could I complain about my life vs those that don't even have their health. I got it, loud and clear. I can lose a lot and still be more than OK in this life.

By definition, I am blessed.