Missed Opportunity
I had every intention of hooking up with the Amazon sisters, Jennifer and Michele tonight. I was scheduled to meet them at 5:30 sharp (they had an engagement this evening, and wanted to get their workout in before attending). I promised them yesterday that I would be on time, but I should know better than to do that. It seems that every time I open my mouth and promise something, events conspire to prevent me from keeping my commitment. So it was this evening.
My boss (who is supposed to be on vacation) sent me a text message telling me that I had to deliver a report to the CEO for a meeting that he was having with the Board of Directors tomorrow morning. (Have I ever shared with you how much I hate Blackberries? But that’s a rant for another date and time.) needless to say, despite my efforts to get the material finished and delivered to the big man, I was more than an hour late getting to the gym. Jennifer and Michele were finishing their routine when I showed up.
They made understanding noises when I explained the situation, but I couldn’t help but feel that they were disappointed; that I had let them down in some undefined way. I asked them if I could make it up to them in some way, but they both said it was unnecessary. Both ladies seemed sincere, so why do I still feel like such a s**t? It wasn’t as though I deliberately blew them off, and yet, the guilt lingers like residue from yesterday’s snowfall.
They said they would be in the gym tomorrow, doing aerobics. I’m going to show up and hope for the best. Wish me luck.
