Most of my days are spent behind the scenes, behind the walls, the blue prints, the ever so high mountain of paperwork. I am most comfortable in the background, it is my happy place.
On occasion I am catapulted from my happy place into the overly opinionated world of the public. With no disguise and no thick curtain in which to hide, the utterly intimidating spotlight bears down like the dessert sun. Failure has never been my color, so I do what most women do, I grin and bear it.
Recently we had a grand opening ceremony of a really important, extremely exciting new development. Every single detail had been debated, dissected and organized to make this event a success. What I didn’t plan on was the last minute call for a TV interview. In a moment’s notice, confident Cherimie dwindled to a mound of salt and bated oxygen.
As in most difficult situations, when there is no way out, there is just no way out. Luckily, I believe in this development, the builder and the vision. If I didn’t, the clip would have been of a Realtor running down the street with zebra heels and a prayer.
Last minute call for camera ready Realtor, certainly was not on my agenda, but thanks to the very patient anchor, the camera man’s sense of humor and our ability to stand in the only ant bed in a miles radius and still keep talking; there is no such thing as bad press.
Oprah, I am not; Nancy Grace can keep her position in front of the lens. I will return to my blueprints, my paperwork with glee.