Expecting too much

So today I was going to storm the local insurance companies. I donned my suit, equipped my laptop and binder, and mapped out my plan of attack. I would take on the national headquarters of two mid-large insurance companies on their home turf. I would be charming. I would smile. I would be confident, walk tall. I would sell myself. I would shake hands, look them in the eye, and say "Thank you for the time. It was a pleasure. I look forward to speaking with you again." I would leave with my head up. They would think to themselves, "Boy, we need that guy in our company. How have we gotten along so long without him?". . . Um. . . Ok. . . reality. . . I would realize that the location Google maps gave me for the first place I planned to stop is nowhere near the headquarters of this company (nearly opposite sides of town, actually). I would curse under my breath. I would take an unintentional detour on the way to the next place because I apparently can't curse under my breath and remain in the appropriate lane at the same time. I would take an unmarked detour after facing a road that more resembled a dirt parking lot for construction machinery. I would drive past a road with a name strangely similar to the road I was looking for, but the road I was looking for didn't have a 'c' in it. I would drive past the expressway, realize that I wasn't supposed to drive past the expressway, and look at the map to realize that the street I was looking for did indeed have a 'c' in its name. . . When I finally did arrive at the second place, I went into the wrong building. "Personnel is across the street." Wow. The building across the street was something. A big, flowing water fountain. Nice furniture. Ambient lighting instead of blue-white flickering fluorescence. I would like to work in that building. Unfortunately, all of the recruiting agents had left for the day. Gone by 2:00 on Friday? I would like to be a recruiting agent. So, I filled out one of the forms and I'm supposed to stop by sometime next week. . . Damndamndamndamndamn. I was hoping for some kind of hope. I should've left earlier. I should've gotten up earlier. I should've lots of things.

I'm going to a writer's conference tomorrow. I think I've already mentioned that I was planning on going to it. It should be interesting. I got hold of the schedule of events. The last session doesn't really have an event that I'm interested in, but the second session has three. Doesn't that just figure? I'll probably go to something during that last session, just in case there are some networking/friend-making opportunities, and maybe flit through a couple of the events during the second session. I'm looking forward to it. It should be fun.

I'm grateful that I'm somewhat familiar with the area and able to say that I was never really lost today, even though I strayed from my path several times (20).