  BARRY MUST DIE I was worried last night about not waking up in time for my PowerCore meeting and then I woke up half an hour before the alarm went off and could't go back to sleep. It was a rather quiet meeting. I nailed my InfoMinute right at sixty seconds and received some ooh's and ahh's. I went by the office and dropped off the settlement statements from last Thursday's closing. The attorney still has not received the Certificate of Occupancy (CO) and if he doesn't receive it by Friday, the lender will not fund the loan. This deal will close or there will be a reatlor, customer and mortgage broker after a builder. I went to the PowerCore New Member Orientation. I was not in the mood to network or be sociable today. The information was helpful, but I didn't care for having it at a restaurant during lunch.
I don't like trying to eat and listen and participate at the same time. As soon as the meeting was over, I headed to the restroom. I cannot hold water for longer than 30 seconds, but soft drinks can stay in my bladder for days. Go figure! Anyway, as I looked down into the urinal, I noticed that someone had written on the little plastic pad "BARRY MUST DIE! " I contemplated it as I urinated and it left me with all sorts of questions. Who is Barry? What did he do?
Why must he die? Who wants to harm him? Does he like Bananarama too? It was all too much. Finally, I had to walk away from it all or go mad. Bonnie gave me two realtor leads and I followed up on them. I got voice mail and have not heard anything back. I've developed a pretty thick skin about realtors. It's a numbers thing. Eventually, I'll land a couple more. I think the Perfect Pitch Contest has given me some new confidence in the other areas of my life.
It's like a gentle reminder that I do in fact have value. We sometimes forget things like that. I haven't received any calls from the ad in SoVo yet, but typically it has to run a few weeks and people need to see it a few times before they call. Advertising and marketing is interesting. 
