One for the Record Books

I never thought it would happen, but I'm finally getting tired of hearing myself talk. I have twenty-nine meetings this week. Yes, twenty-nine. I'm sure that has to be some kind of a record. I'm actually only covering 17 of them myself, as I was unable to be present at the 6 simultaneous 8:30am meetings I had on Tuesday. Still, this is getting a bit crazy. The good news is, I am now able to give entire presentations while not paying one bit of attention to my speech and instead thinking things like 'Hmm.....should I stick with the old standby Char grilled Chicken Salad at Chick-Fil-A or throw caution to the wind and try the Southwest Char grilled Chicken Salad?' I'm not sure if this is a good thing.

Yesterday morning, I had to make a 55 mile drive out to Hillsborough to make a presentation at a bank branch at 8am. I was there an hour early, because you just never know about the traffic situation around here. I ended up having to kill time at Bojangles, because that was the only thing open. I went in to get some coffee and eat my breakfast (which I brought - I don't eat fried chicken for breakfast.) This was my first Bojangles experience, and though my southern friends rave about this place, I just don't get it. It apparently doesn't get me either, judging from the stares I got from the regular clients in line for their fried chicken biscuits. I guess they aren't used to seeing people in suits. Me and my organic protein bar felt very out of place.

Today should be an easier day, I think. Only 2 presentations scheduled and one afternoon meeting. I hoping to play some tennis tonight if I can find 3 other people. I haven't played since Sunday's league match. Which I won - yay! 4 and 0. It's good to be champion.

Well, I'm off to the gym. It opens in ten minutes and I like to be the first one there. Sorry I haven't been writing more frequently. It has been tough, what with the 29 meetings and all. I'll try to do better next week.