Sweet Nectar of the Gods
((SCENE)) Today was my boss’s birthday. It was also the day that we decided to head into the office at 0600 to finish next year’s sales plan.
In need of a gift and still damn tired, I gave in to the months of temptation. My boss has said for months that his energy drink was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I had never tried it. I stopped in at the convenience store and bought seven energy drinks – 6 as a gift (wrapped in a generic plastic bag — nice!) and one for me. I popped that baby open and drove to work.
((Background)) I am normally a little tornado. I suspect that people see me as the friendly version of the Tasmanian Devil from Bugs Bunny – just wooshing into the room and creating a wake like a speedboat. I have a lot of energy. I’m naturally excited. It tends to be infectious when people are around me.
Now that we’ve painted the picture, I need to tell you that the energy drink is truly the nectar of the gods. I went the whole day at my routine pace (1000mph) and was still just pinging at the end of the day. I was never jittery – never frantic – just ready for anything that came my way with enough spunk to tackle it with a big smile. It really did give me the wings to tackle any bull that came my way.