A for Attitude

I truly willed myself into having a good day. Things started out in shambles today and I truly truly believe today it worked. Today I created the good that happened. Check it out.

I turned the good doctor (the young doctor's guarantor and father) around, I willed him into Manhattan from his home 180 miles outside the city. I completed his application with the shreds of remaining financial information he provided and decided it was enough and that it would work, even though it wasn't exactly what was asked for. I created space and time for a lease signing. Weather is the only thing that can stop us now, and I think that won't come until later in the afternoon. I knew I was getting good at my job because not only do I feel like I have a good attitude but I also had things to say to the father and to the daughter to quell their collective and individual anxiety about this invasive and violating process called renting an apartment in Manhattan.

I generated two apartments for $8000 to see, which she did this afternoon with my colleague and me. We almost pulled another assistant caper because we weren't sure that $8000 had gotten the message to show up. But she did and she did at the last moment. Things were awkward and tense for a moment because I had already introduced J to the listing broker as $8000's assistant, then $8000 and almost blows our cover but things are kept confusing and nebulous enough until we can get into the apartment and focus on that. Meanwhile, J steps into the hall (never to return) to shift the 3:45 to a 4:00, while $8000 looks around in the apartment. It is not without its problems, but all in all a good show. When we get outside, she and I start to talk and my phone rings; it's the good doctor from Kingston. I tell him the good news about the lease signing; he needs to rant and rave a bit about how unfair the process is, how it is really outrageous and how he has gone through less to buy a house. I agree and let him ride out his frustration--our appointment for Thursday is set. Meanwhile we've all three gotten into a cab and been whisked on our way to apartment number 2. She likes it. She likes it enough to CALL HER BOYFRIEND! Now that is a good sign. But still, I want to celebrate the little successes and allow them to remain isolated, since getting hopes up there in my business is a real deal killer.

I am feeling good, go back to the office, doing a little dancing and moving all day long, jiggling and jostling myself into a better and better mood. I didn't get my ads done today, but I did get an offer from a potential assistant and it all sounds promising. It's working, and so am I.