It's been a wild week thus far. I figured once football practice began 5 nights a week for two hours a night, things would get a bit out of balance. There is much to write about, it is difficult to fathom a place to begin.
Some have asked about the job with Vista, since I have not written of it in a week or more. I have the job, it's mine. My start date is yet to be determined. I am approved by the board, and we are looking at late August. In the meantime, I did the craziest thing I have done since I was 19. I left HMIC. Up and emailed everyone that I was done, and like a running leap into the Grand Canyon, I flung myself out into the great unknown...without a safety net.
It's a good thing my mother prays for me every night...
I cannot begin to tell you how titillating it was to leave HMIC, and intoxicating not to answer my phone to loan officers. It is as if someone unlocked me from shackles, my ankles raw and bleeding. Now freeing them to fresh air and allowing me to finally run. Interestingly enough, friends have noticed that I am happier, lighter and more focused.
I did get some amazing voicemail and email messages from loan officers who were my clients, begging me not to leave "the business". One voice mail came from the president of a local mortgage company who has been around for years. She left me the kindest message saying that she is shocked, devastated and greatly saddened that someone with my knowledge, professionalism and terrific sense of humor is leaving the business - that there aren't many like me out there. I am both flattered and floored my her remarks, and by other's comments. But I just couldn't do the job anymore - not even one more day.
On the ironic, sick, humorous side of things, I am doing the marketing for my x husband's loan company. And.....I am having a blast at it. I finished writing, editing and creating a monthly newsletter for my him. Let me tell you, I am a bit sick and tired of cuting and pasting HIS photograph...lordy. I created 6 postcard advertising campaigns and sent them off to be printed. I have been answering his phones, tracking his clients, creating a massive leads database, building a marketing campaign, and developing the real estate sales side of his business.
Last week, I sat on an open house and arranged it for staging. Now, THAT was fun. I wouldn't mind starting a business of my own with Elisabet staging homes for sale. This open house was for the Tuesday realtor tour and I got to meet a large group of realtors as they toured the home. I even chatted with some I know from town and they laughed at my cross-over. A "seer" once told me she saw me writing and interior decorating. I shrugged her off, thinking she was way off the mark, but I am beginning to wonder...
One of Terry's business associates is a real estate broker, who deals mostly with buying and selling commercial real estate. He lives in this little coastal town of Mendocino, north along the Pacific ocean. Mendocino is a quant town with remodeled victorian-era homes that sit on the waterfront facing the Pacific Ocean. It is one of the prettiest towns in all of California. Terry and "W" have been friends for years, and do quite a bit of real estate deals togther.
"W" comes down to Terry's office at least once a week. I am usually there, in a corner desk working away designing something. In the past, we have briefly chatted and I never paid much attention to it - you know me and men. The home listing I sat on, is his, and he is blown away at my staging of the home for the realtor open house. Now he is calling me at Terry's office, asking my opinion on different things, including the asking price on this house.
We laugh and chat, and one day he tells me he absolutely loves redheads (oh shi*). I am beginning to think we redheads are a sickness to men. Or just plain sick... Anyways, "W" is single, in his 50's, divorced twice, no kids. He already adores Brian. His last wife comes from a famous family, he's rather an interesting sort. Joking with my x, I shoot that "W" is flirting with me. My x looks at me like I am clueless and says, "Well yeh, he has always told me he thinks you are very cute. I am sure I told you that, and if I didn't - couldn't you tell every time he is in here?" He rolls his eyes and goes back to working on a loan.
(Well ummmmmmmm NO sparky. I am the girl who is clueless around men... remember?? If I wasn't clueless I would not have married YOU for ____ sake!)
Ever since my x husband informed me of "W"'s interest, I have noticed the phone calls from "W" have increased to every day at the office , and he is getting more bold on the phone. Sigh, I so suck at dating. Do I really have to possibly do this yet AGAIN? For me, the dating stage is like one long bullshi* job interview...everyone putting their fake selves forward to win the position. I would just rather move forward to the Friday night, who's picking up dinner and who's getting the movies, hang out in our sweats stage. But then again, I'd have to actually like the guy to go there...
Sooooo here's the creepy part (like working around my x isn't creepy enough) ... PLEASE GOD DON'T TELL ME MY X IS GOING TO SET ME UP WITH SOMEONE! Can you imagine if he does and it works???? There would be no living with my x. He already thinks he is "all that". I can see him being puffed up that his x wife's new found happiness is his doing. It's enough to make me puke.
OK...how did I get here...?...
Meanwhile, back at football camp...if there was ever a place to be surrounded by men, it's at my son's nightly practices. Good lord...men are everywhere. Who knew? And Brian, how cute is he, running in football cleats, wearing a shirt that says, 'B. COX' on the back. I thought he was going to explode from sheer joy when he was assigned his very first helmet. I love watching Brian when he is experiencing pure child joy. There is nothing closer to heaven on earth than this.
And surprising to me, Brian is loving practice. There is a real comradery forming between all the boys. I hate to admit it, this is going to be very good for Brian. The line coach has taken a real interest in Brian - well hell what line coach wouldn't? His shoulders are broader than mine for __ sake! Brian seems to need the pysical contact and I notice he is more at ease in his own skin. F*** I hate it when my x nails something. This time he got it right for Brian and Brian is loving it.
I have to run...I'll continue this later.
Until next time-
C
PS. My imaginary lover is definately NOT my x!
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