VISUALIZE

I am getting ready for a hopeful interview for one of the best jobs that I could imagine. It is one of those positions that you hear of but don't really believe you can ever actually get. It has been a three week stress-fest which may rival the anxiety of leaving on a mission, having a child, or getting a physical from a female nurse practitioner who was once up for Miss Utah. Yes, when I say physical, I mean full physical....cough, cough. But that is a story for another day. I am in the stages of waiting to hear if I do, in fact, get a chance at an interview. These folks are famous for only interviewing two people and the only reason for that is cause they have to make it look fair. I really want this job. It would be the perfect stepping stone for what I want to do with in banking. Its where I want to work, working with the people I want to work with, and dealing with the clients who I love. I am so anxious to get in there and state my case that I can't sleep and the only thing I can eat is coke and low fat Rits cracker chased down by the occasional bowl of strawberries that cleans out my colon so much that I have to have more Ritz. I keep hearing the same thing though. Its the same piece of advice from each of the people who offer it. Its BE POSITIVE. I am to the point where there is literally nothing more I can do but wait. I have networked my networks, emailed my emails, and put curses on those who are going up against me. The only thing left to be is positive. So in that light I thought I would use one of my wives favorite techniques of visualizing. She will put her dance students in a room and lie them down on their backs on the floor, play the music to any given dance and tell them to visualize each move as if the were doing it perfectly. She tells them that if they visualize it, that is how it will come out on stage. What a great way to be positive and see yourself do things well. I thought that was a great idea so I decided to visualize my possible interview. Hopefully you find this little experiment interesting enough to join in with me. So here goes:

I know the people I will be meeting with and have been to the office multiple times so I can see it clearly as I pull up to the three story building in downtown Ogden. I step out of the car where I parked on the street just across from the main doors. I am wearing my new, form fitting dark navy blue suit, a crisp white shirt, an off white tie that makes the girls faint it is so breathtaking (don't worry Heather, like I said I am only visualizing). I have my dark brown folder in my hand as I straighten my gleaming tie and take my first steps toward destiny in my shinning black, polished, square toed shoes. I get across the street to the cobblestone walkway leading to the doors and stop a foot away from the gleaming glass where I see my reflection. Man, what a sweet tie. I know this is it. I know walking through these doors is my next step toward destiny. I take a deep breath, reach out a sweaty hand, and give a firm push. As I step in the door all of the sudden the world goes into slow motion and I hear and feel the strong bass beat of Justin Timberlakes hit "I'm Bringing Sexy Back". The lights go off and a single spot light off in the distance shins on me as I take each slow, confident step toward the open doors across the elevator...."I'm bringing sexy back...yep"...the song bumps on as my lips purse in a confident snarl and my eyes narrow into a melting stare. The slow motion continues as I walk into the elevator, stop, turn......."So turn around and I'll pick up the slack"......the doors creep closed with a close up on my face, staring back dead center into the lens. Up I go, pulling my head slowly upward to see the climbing numbers....1....2....3.... as I go up to the third floor. Doors open. I step out with an almost defiant step and turn to look down the long hall way with offices lining each side. Lights begin to flash to the heavy bass beat picks up strength and the slow motion starts to fade. I button up my suit, slick down my tie, look up, as the beat picks up to normal. The slow motion fades completely and puts me into a quick step and my head moving up and down to the beat. I start down the hall stepping hard to the beat...."dirty babe, you see these shackles baby I'm your slave".....people start coming out of their offices to see me strut and get a glimpse as each step to the beat puts me one more step closer to destiny. The people reach out just to touch me on the arm as I move by, seeing that this is the guy who will be offered this job..."I'm bringing sexy back"....I pound the last few steps with the rhythm being my guide and reach the door to my interviewers office. The slow motion returns as the instrumental part of the song rolls on like a freight train, I slowly turn my head to the side to look straight into the camera. A small, confident smile crosses my lips, a slow nod moves my head up and down as my hand forms a fist and climbs with a purpose to knock on the door.......

Crap. I think I screwed that up. I guess I should have thought more about the interview. I may have gotten a little carried away on the entrance. Hopefully the interview went as good as my walk to the office. Seriously though. Maybe if everyone is positive and puts out the vibe....Matt, stop right there....I know you are putting your hand on the nearest counter top, leaning over, and sticking out your butt like Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber. Just stop it. I don't want or ever need that vibe from you. But lets hope it all goes well and I will bring sexy back...i mean get that job.