The story so far: read The Man who Mistook his Laptop for his Life category….
Susan. Oh, hi sweetheart, how'd it go with your parents? Oh, OK. Look our account is apparently not in order according to the bank; what's going on? Well, I did try and talk it through with you Allan. I had a feeling you weren't really listening. It's the cancelled holidays-that's a lot of lost deposits. The house extension because we're not managing it properly: you're never there to make the decisions we need to give to the builder. And the grocery bills: there's a lot of drink we buy. We're living beyond our means in all honesty, especially now I'm just doing part-time. We can sort it, but we do need to talk.
I had no idea: we do need to talk.
By Saturday evening, Allan had flu. Locking himself away from wife and son he stuck to his objectives. Tuesday am, THE presentation. Plus now he needed separately to get a robust service levels proposal sorted.
By Sunday night the PowerPoint slides and many argumentative phone calls to senior decison makers in the organisation had got him what he needed. But his voice was going and his body felt drained. Just Monday to get through for rehearsal.
Hitting bed at 7pm, he looked forward to feeling refreshed in the morning. For a fleeting second he let go; it felt good. It was good. At 0545 his first buzzer went. He felt terrible. Absolutely terrible.
Join us at 3pm next Monday. In the meantime: Get a Life.