The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Deep Breath

Its time to go home. Figurately i mean. Finally, after a few persistent phone calls I get the last of the four tennis coaches to send his match schedule.

"I got that nasty note you left me." He says into the phone.

"Yeah, I know." Im smiling. They say you can hear a smile over the phone. I wonder if he hears mine. And what about the other two I left weeks ago? I drag the word weeks out. You know, to give it special emphasize

"Are you sitting by your fax machine?" he asks I dont think he did hear it my smile I mean.

"Yes." But I wanna say Sho am. But diplomacy bites my tongue. Ouch.

"That would be the schedule. I made sure they were on Monday/Wednesday s per your request." he tells me. So he did get my previous two messages.

Ahh, thank you. And I tell him this. Now, I think he does get it that I'm smiling.

Soooo, in a rush, I grab my hand written document, pencil in these last few dates. The dates Ive been waiting weeks for. The dates my boss keeps harping on me to give him. Im rushing. I want this done before I leave for Cali in the morning. My deadline has come and gone. My boss keeps reminding me.

I look down at the fax. OMG! He has a match on the 13th! That cant be. WTF am I gonna do? Ive got THREE other schools and only twelve courts. Oh great. My arm, filled with dread, reaches for the phone.

Something stops me. I double-check the fax. Wait a minute. WRONG school! Whew. I wipe my brow even though Im not really sweating. Thank goodness. I take a deep break and triple check. This time I reach for the correct fax and quickly key in my information. Zip the email to my boss.

Ahhh, done. Two more hours to go and I think Ill have everything wrapped up for my trip.

fyi...its the National Tennis Development Workshop in Hollywood. And i'm going. *does the happy dance* YAY!