Chris Bell

I'm slouched at my kitchen table.

It feels like I have an iron spike lodged in my forehead.

This is the fifth day and I can't seem to get rid of this sickness.

I just want to crawl in bed and cancel my life for an entire month.

But I know I can't.

so I take a bite of an everything bagel.

And I can feel the crunchy seasoning on my tongue, but I can't taste the thing.

Even my morning coffee isn't giving me the same kick, so I think I should just quit and keep that promise I made to my wife for years.

But I know I can't deal with caffeine withdrawals and when I'm already worn down, so not today.

Today's too important.

See, six months ago, I came up with a business idea.

And my boss liked it so much that he wanted me to present it at the next big meeting.

So for months, I've been working to perfect this presentation.

And today is the day.

If this goes well, it could mean a promotion.

And that would be huge for both me and my family.

So my plan is simple.

Get to work early.

Review my notes.

And mentally prepare to knock this presentation out of the park.