The Next Chapter

You may have noticed I have been writing more. You might have even been plagued by my tenacious spamming with my request to "Follow me" or "Digg Me" or come to "MySpace". Well lets just say misery loves company. Even more so misery loves a good chase-- even if I am the one requesting the chase....

I have set out on a quest; a quest to rule the world.

When that doesn't pan out the quest to own my own slice of the American Dream, otherwise know as my own advertising agency, will have to suffice.

Yes, taking the plunge has never been so nerve racking.

Advertising Agency? Recession? Oh sweet Jesus.

Fortunately, I have been "lucky" enough so far to have worked a very diverse portfolio of marketing and advertising jobs. After these jobs opening a business should be a piece of cake. My biggest claim to fame was working for the Persian Mafia, who at the time combined forces with The Italian Mafia, and had me hustling large amounts of cash throughout the downtown area to "promote events". Quitting that job instilled the fear in me being dubbed "Cement-Shoes-Sadowski" but I was fortunate enough to learn how to walk the streets with thousands of dollars in five and one dollar bills and not get jumped by the Lithuanian Mafia.

Who could say that working for that luxury real estate company wasn't a close second? I learned how to help my employer pawn a couple of sports cars when the market started going south and to always rush immediately to their bank to cash your check. No waiting, no dilly-dallying.

Cash the check. Unfortunately if you don't cash the check you end up calling the bank for 3 years, 7 months, and 27 days just in hopes that there is money in the account to cover the $5,000 check. Forget about calling the employer--he was last sighted in Columbia. If it is the last thing I do I will collect this money. It is sheer principle at this point.

"California Bank this is Joe.. how may I help you?"

"Heyyy Joe what's going on?"

"Oh hey Leah--yeah. Same ole-Same ole"

"How's the bank account looking today?"

"Hmmm---" keyboard sounds come from the other side of the phone"...yeah doesn't look like any activity still"

"Alriggght....any plans with you the wifey and kids this weekend?"

"Oh yeah heading to Disney Land with the kids. Can't wait to spend $5,000"

"Yeah...me too...."

Truly I have been fortunate enough to always land on my feet (no cement) and keep on trucking. I think that is why it is so hard for me right now to admit that if I don't start seeing the money start rolling in with the new venture I could be in some serious dire straights. I could create a world of trouble according to my accountant, The Grim Reaper, who told me I will start the next chapter of my life: Chapter 13.

I have gone through all the denial stages: crying, doubting, yelling, whimpering, shots of tequila.... but I am left feeling nothing. Although not defeated there is a certain sense of numbness that takes you over and you just can't ride the "Emo-Roller Coaster" any more. You have to stand up, brush yourself off and make the best out of what you have---which in this case is an Advertising Agency....

Fortunately there are always people that are looking to help a girl out, both monetarily and with "advice" in these turbulent recession times.

The man at 7-11 convenience store was nice of to tell me they were hiring today after I held up his long line of impatient customers to recount my pennies and nickles for that cherry slushy.

The gentleman at the gym that had me cornered while I was on the StairMaster told me all about how he knew everything and he wanted to tell me about his theory on advertising:

".....well its dead and ain't ever comin' back. People will never pay for that crap again..."

Sweet.

Talks of the recession are old, tiresome, and I just can't take that song-and-dance anymore. It's time that we step up to the plate and start spending money and making money. Who really cares if we don't know where our next dollar is coming from? God invented Ramen Noodles for a reason.

So instead of admitting defeat my quest for greatness continues.

I always knew I was headed in that direction; the writing is just a bit of therapy.

You know, now that I think of it, maybe I will take up that job at 7-11; the possibilities are endless with the clientele. Open 365 days a year 24 hours a day will allow me to work all the needed shifts. Free cherry slushies worked into the contract and I am already wondering why I didn't think of this sooner? I just hope they don't expect me to handle money. Way too soon.

Even better idea: no potential client will be missed...I will start my way through 7-11 and work up to the AM/PMs, and the thousand liquor stores sprinkled around the county. People will write case studies on the girl that opened an advertising agency, in August, with no air conditioning, two dogs, one fan, and a stained slushy mustache.

Genius.

Once the L-Train gets in motion there really is no holding back....

xoxo

lms