((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.