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    It was the Best of Days...
    ...it was the worst of days. I encountered several disappointments throughout the course of the day. Several of the loans apps I'd submitted were declined and of the appointments that I had today, the results were not exactly what I had hoped for. The very last one of the day turned out to be a relatively good learning experience, however, that doesn't really take the edge off the disappointment. All in all, I think I overprepared and didn't have a contingency plan for if the criteria were not met (which they weren't.) I had allowed myself to get too worked up beforehand and felt myself criticizing every word and phrase that I uttered. To make matters worse, it was a training session too and my supervisor sat in to coach me. Ugh. Oh, and my trainer was there too, just to add fuel to the fire. Afterwards I just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for a few minutes. The feedback I actually received was really much, much more charitable than I am being, but then, I'm hard on myself.

    Apart from always wanting to be perfect, I hate admitting flaws. During the coaching session afterwards, I was able to critique my performance pretty well, and like I said, all the other feedback (besides my own) was quite positive.

    When I finally left, there were two thoughts running through my mind. One was BEER! I need a BEER! The other was that I really need a good hard walk. Quite a dilemma. I parked my car in the garage and walked to the "refreshment fridge." I touched the handle. I walked on. I marched myself straight upstairs, changed into workout clothes and hopped on the treadmill. Damn that felt good! I shaved two full minutes off my walking mile and walked for a nice, brisk 2.25 miles. Just enough to work out some nervous energy, sweat out some toxins and if by chance some of the liquid flowing down my face wasn't sweat, no one was the wiser. Consoled by some good exercise and a Bon Jovi CD, I was able to move on and respect myself by exhibiting a modicum of discipline. Oh, and yes, I rewarded my efforts with a beer. :-)

    I'm feelin' like a Monday, but someday I'll be Saturday night. ~Bon Jovi