It's hot in my delmartment (that's the city in which I live + the word 'apartment', I think it's pretty catchy), we have no air-conditioner. Only fans. But a fan doesn't do much when the only air to be pushed around is hot air. Every door in this complex is open, I can hear some guys watching the Padre game across the courtyard and my next door neighbors are playing a board game.
It's been hot like this all day. I wore a dress to work today because, a cool crotch is a happy crotch, especially on days like this. I just wish that my face would have benefited from the "draft" I was providing for my other parts. I was a shiny grease-ball all day. Which would have been fine, if two really expensive looking men hadn't walked in after lunch.
They were interested in a (very expensive) slab we have displayed in the front. One guy was saying how, "it would look great on the bar top", and after greeting them both, I learned that he was the new owner of a huge, very popular restaurant/night club in town. They were remodeling and he just got a custom chandelier that would look great with the slab. When I told him that I had a design background, he smiled and asked me where I went to school and we talked about interior design for a while.
Both men were very nice, and they stayed and chatted for quite a while. They were very excited about all of our materials and asked a bunch of questions. Mr. Club Owner's buddy asked if we could make a star shape out of a particular tile. When I told him that we could he said that they could use it on the floor of their other project in Hollywood, which is Walk of Fame themed. I told him how much I liked that idea, and he called over to Mr. Club Owner and said, "She likes that idea!"... it made me feel good that my opinion already meant something to them. Before the two gentlemen left, they handed me their cards and said that they would be back. We all shook hands and as they disappeared around the corner I glanced at the business cards in my hand.
Mr. Club Owner is the CEO of one of the most popular restaurant/nightclubs in Hollywood.
Mr. Club Owner's friend should actually be called Mr. Big Time Movie Producer.
I almost pooped my dress.
I wanted them as contacts very badly, and decided to write them each an email. I just thanked them for coming in and said that I wasn't sure if they had taken a business card with them on their way out, but wanted to shoot them an email so they would have our contact info. I made sure that each email was different enough from the other so that they knew I was talking to each of them separately. Mr. Big Time Movie Producer emailed back right away, he said I was, "so cute" for sending the email and that they, "would be back next week".
I hope they do come back.
My Mom has a magnet on the refrigerator that reads, "If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way." ... she's had that magnet for as long as I can remember, and I've always tried to do things greatly, knowing that all I can do is small things. But I would rather just do great things.
I want to be a part of something big. I don't know what that is yet, but I have a feeling that I get closer to it everyday.
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