The Sweet Smell of Failure

I had a somewhat traumatic experience yesterday, and I'm not quite sure how to deal with it. Our publishing company participated in a business trade show in Ashland for the Hanover/Ashland Chamber of Commerce. That wasn't the traumatic part, as the show was very nice. And, just as an aside, the crabcakes served by Tim McGhee with Catering by Jill, were absolutely the best I've ever had anywhere. No kidding! The only trauma there was to my stomach for stuffing so many crabcakes into it over a three hour period.
But, that's not the trauma of which I speak. Something happened at the show that has never happened to me before...ever. Our booth won "Best in Show." That's right. I was involved in an endeavor that actually succeeded, and rather well, I might add.
This is troubling. I've built my reputation on being a loser. It's not what I intended to do, it's just the way things have turned out. George Castanza (Seinfeld) made a statement in one of the episodes that perfectly epitomizes my life. He said, "I've never made a right decision in my life." Voila! There you have it.
If there's one wrong lane to get in while driving on I-95, I'm going to get in it. When I choose a particular checkout aisle at the grocery store, it's the kiss of death for anyone who happens to be unfortunate enough to be in the line I'm in. The register will break down, or the check-out person will break down, often both. The person in front of me will have about 200 coupons, and then want to pay with Lithuanian currency.
Virtually everything I do ends in frustration. And, now, here come these folks with the Ashland Showcase. I think the judges were students from Randolph Macon, but since I think that, I'm probably wrong. Anyway, here they come and give us this very attractive award.
When they come to take our picture accepting the award, I happen to be the one with the company standing next to the guy who's handing out the award. Another wrong decision on where to stand, because I realize as they're about to take our picture, that I don't know how to receive an award. Do I point to the award with glee? Do I shake the presenter's hand? What is a winner supposed to do? I really don't know. We'll have to post the picture on our website, so you can see the look of utter confusion on my face.
But anyway, that was yesterday and yesterday's gone. Yesterday was a fluke Today's a new day. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. So let me get busy and see just what I can mess up today.