An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven, then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion's a prison, you can't break free
You're a loaded gun
There's nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done
[Chorus:]
Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name
No, this blog has not turned into a vehicle to spill my guts about my personal life. It's just that this is the song that is running through my head this afternoon because I feel like I've been "shot through the heart".
So, I was merrily pursuing Plan B by preparing to open in my temporary space. I had all the approvals I needed...I thought. The franchisor approved the space, the landlord was on board, and I had a voicemail message from the closing officer that the underwriter was fine with closing my SBA loan on the temporary space as of Friday afternoon. I was desperately trying to speak to the bank, though, just to be sure, but having no luck, until this afternoon.
Now the word is that the bank manager won't approve closing my loan until the building permit has been issued on the permanent space. "Shot through the heart..." That's when the lyrics started playing in my head.
I'm speaking on a panel to potential franchisees at a franchise showcase in Newport Beach on Friday. My message will surely be that this is not for the faint of heart. And buy a bullet-proof vest before you start.
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