The Good News Thread

[punch it in]

So if anyone recalls a few months ago I mentioned a huge deal i was working on with the air force base. I know Schneed was impressed. Lol.
Anyway, it fell through. After being told , and I quote, "you are going to make a lot of money here", and doing all of my due diligence I sat back and waited. Waited for about 60 days, every once in a while touching base,(no pun intended), for the first order. Not the go ahead, as I already locked it up -or so I thought, but an order. Than in the eleventh hour I received a text message from the man. Lets just skip the content and go right to the end - "sorry for the bad news". I was crushed. Like, I contemplated whether I needed to talk to someone because of my depression. Could not even work - which made my problems even worse. Everything i touched turned to turd. Stepped in gum more times in the last couple of months than in my entire life before. Things around the house were breaking. My WP fantasy team was getting scored on by 150 points .., the Skins shit the bed. Had collection agencies calling. It was bad. I thought we were going to lose the house bad. People kept saying "when one door closes, another one opens". I felt like punching each one of them. I said enough of this. nobody died. Money isn't everything. Started just going back and trying to sell.
Than I reached out to a good friend - he had recently taken over his fathers F & I business. They are agents for Allstate dealer services, but also represent several other companies allowing them to either work with the "string of lights" dealerships or the big boys. I took a commissioned position with him. I am still selling chemicals, but my schedule is allowing me to get ramped up with the F&I company while i am getting paid from the slowly dying chemical job. The initial response from friends and friends of friends has been overwhelming. Already getting places signed up and have a laundry list of referrals. I think this will be a really good thing. Had I not been denied by the base I never would have reached out to my friend. I would have been perfectly content with what would have turned out to be a fraction of what I now have in front of me. So...i guess the whole when one door closes thing might just have some semblance of truth to it. Oh - I have not stepped in gum or dogshit, my Washer and Dishwasher are fixed, and my fantasy team and the Skins havent lost since!


I'm living in yesterday's tomorrows