The Taste of Victory

My job is amazing.

I constantly end up in conversations about my job.  My family has always been career oriented in conversation, and so every family gathering we all talk about what has been going on at work.  My sister is a big wig with NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Services, in case you don’t watch the show), my brother is a manager for a major bank and everyone else has a pretty good deal going.  My job has many perks the others are jealous of.  My boss treats us with respect, I get paid very well with compensation for performance, I get decent vacation time, and if I really need some other time off there is always a way to make it work.  None of that is the best part of the job.

The best part of the job is the taste of victory.  It is that feeling you get when you put everything you had into a battle, be it verbal or a storm of paperwork, and you succeed in getting your result.  Today I ended a battle that had taken up a good portion of the month, between phone calls, setup, and actually facilitating the deal.  An asset sale was proposed and edited many times over to appease the exacting details of the SBA.  After being rejected, I went back to the banker and stopped being nice.  I explained without a bit of remorse of just how bad his position was and told him that today was the only day we would be offering this deal.  If he did not get agreement I would personally make sure the business was closed tomorrow and his assets would be in customers homes, essentially unrecoverable.

The banker folded and although he made the mistake in terminology of calling the asset sale an Offer in Compromise the SBA is approving and my client is moving on with the process.

Victory is sweet!