They wanted superwoman. They wanted her to be able to juggle twenty things at once and still be the gracious, self-controlled executive that everyone wanted to see. Jean cursed them under her breath, but the drive that was in her, urged her to rise to the challenge. Pushing aside the feeling of pressure, she started to organize. Organization was her forte. She had always had an analytical ability to detach herself from a situation and look at it merely as a problem with a definite solution. This was going to work out, but she needed to make some calls. First, was to her personal trainer.
“Tony, this is Jean. Yeah, hey. I know I’ve been too busy this week to do anything other than my morning treadmill at home. I need to clear my head, so I was wondering if you could come here and train me at the company gym. Yeah, I know its pitiful, but I can’t get out today and I really need a workout to help me think. Look nobody ever uses it so there won’t be any problem waiting for a turn at the equipment. OK, thanks Tony, your are a gem. Its in the basement, I’ll clear you to go down there, just give them your name at security. OK, how about now? OK, I’ll see you in 15. Bye.”