It’s my blog and I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to . . . .

My business plan pitch was not the shining presentation I had hoped for yesterday. We got home from the airport Wednesday afternoon to discover that my computer monitor had died, so we scrambled with various plans B and C to get everything ready. Then of course I overslept until 11 on Thursday morning. (When I flew home from a trip to Vietnam in 2002, I overslept on the second day back and missed my swearing-in ceremony for the 2nd Circuit.) Then we couldn’t find the location and missed my time slot entirely. Traffic wasn’t moving, so I got out of the car to run to the next block to find the site, and ended up leaving the three shirt samples that I had so lovingly steamed and ironed that morning in the back seat. It was a desperate situation. At least they still let me give my pitch.

The night before, I couldn’t wait for my pitch to be over with. Now I wish I could go back and do it again. I ran out of time (but I covered the most important details), I wasn’t confident (I would have been even less confident if I hadn’t been wearing one of my shirts!), and I’m thinking of all the answers I wish I’d given to the question, “Other than more buttons, how is your shirt different from any other shirt? Why not just buy a larger shirt and have it altered?” After a good night’s sleep, I have much better answers today. I’m going to post them in my next entry just to make myself feel better. (Nothing after the jump.)