Costa Mesa Aftermath…When your Car goes South

So, when I woke up Saturday morning, the birds were chirping, and my central heating was finally producing. When I opened the blinds, I could smell the roses through the glass just by looking at them. In the distance, I thought I heard the faint melody of the Trojan Fight Song.

I hit every green light on the way to the gym; and that never happens. As I enjoyed the spring in my step and continued playing Bohemian Rhapsody in my head for the seventh day in a row, life was good. I’d spent the previous two days with some special colleagues and felt like I’d been discovered by Ponce de Leon.

As usual, I totally dominated spin class but as I walked out of the gym, I saw something a little too curious…not involving ducks, unicorns, or do-it-yourself-dentistry. It was worse; a kiddie cop was conducting an unexpected result. The fuzz and an accomplice were impounding my car.

I’d paid my registration online but hadn’t made the trip to the DMV for proof of insurance. And now I knew how Al Capone felt. And now it was freakin’ raining; and I was in God forsaken Glendale (not Arizona #grateful.)

Thursday and Friday had been awesome. I’m unbelievably lucky to be president of an Invisalign group that’s part of the leading Invisalign providing organization in the world. My mentor is the leading global educator and, not only that, he does world-class stand up.

My assignment was continued learning and participation in the NFL-style drafting of eight more excellent dentists into our award-winning group. It was like having a job that requires my hanging out with people who ordinarily would be far too cool.

And just when the excitement, energy, and pretty-damn-near glee had reached the ultimate afterglow, I saw my 3-series being dragged south. I put in a 911 call to Dental Assistant/Invisalign Enforcer/Pasadena neighbor/Team Leader Kolleen.

After Kolleen’s convulsive laughter died down a little, she came by and picked me up. We visited my office, scooped up some paperwork, and headed to the DMV. Kolleen kept on laughing, looking straight ahead through the wipers, and mumbling “impounded?”

On a dreary, rainy Saturday, the DMV line extended north to the 210…headed for Mount Wilson. And Kolleen and I had the best 2-hour leadership meeting ever. Kolleen walked away with a “change of address” brown card and I had my tags.

Tomorrow will be a new Monday. After visiting Glendale PD, courtesy of Team Leader/Chauffeur Kolleen, I’ll have my wheels back; our office will have renewed leadership, the LA Invisalign group will be stronger than ever…and hopefully, my central heating will still be keeping those unusually frigid SoCal temps at bay.

And today, I think those birds really are chirping the Trojan Fight Song.