Chris Bell

Sickness or no sickness, I need to come with my A game.

So I throw some Tylenol in my bag and I go to leave the front door and God picks this moment to remind me that I have children.

My teenage daughter screams, dad, the washing machine is flooding the basement.

Turns out she took every piece of clothing we own and stuffed it into one wash.

Apparently she wanted to get her chores done quicker.

So as I'm feeling water penetrate the soles of my shoes, her little brother comes downstairs and tries to convince me that he wasn't playing with my razor again and the hairs on his right eyebrow just fell out on their own.

So as I'm juggling my little hand grenades, I'm already an hour late for work.

So I'm flying down the highway, I finally make it to my desk, three minutes, three minutes before my meeting's about to start.

I'm sweating, my notes are everywhere, I go to log onto my computer so I can join the online meeting, and my screen greets me with incorrect password.

I'm like, my password has always been the name of my first dog with a capital Y. Or is it a lowercase I?

So after what feels like forever, I'm finally able to reset my password and join the meeting, only to find out I now have five minutes to give a 20-minute presentation.

So what happens next is a lot like watching me fall down a flight of stairs.

I stumble, I stutter, I load the wrong slides,

And when my presentation is over, I'm just faced with blank stares.

I am so disappointed and mad at myself right now.

I want to flip my desk over and punch a hole in the wall.

But I don't.

I take a deep breath and a personal day, and I go straight to the store to get the one thing that will make me feel better right now.

Chocolate ice cream.

So I'm at the grocery store and I pick up my ice cream.