Our story begins on Friday night. I was at a hotel near the airport, taking a class for my CRM designation. These classes are notorious for requiring you to memorize tons of information over a three-day period. This leads up to a test where you have to be prepared to regurgitate whatever random pieces of information the test writer feels like asking for. This was my third class, so I knew long hours of studying every night was key.
The first night, Wed. night, h set up our guest room with a desk and a chair. The night before, she showed it to me and I was excited to use it. Solitude and room to pace up and down as I muttered lists back and forth until 1:00am was exactly what I needed and she helped create it for me. What a woman!
However, I forgot that we signed up to go to the cannery that night. We couldn’t bring the kid, so somebody had to stay home. We talked and decided that I would head to the cannery after my class. I was supposed to be there at 6:00pm and I figured I’d be finished and home at about 7:30pm. I could eat, say goodnight to the little man, change clothes and get studying.
I got home at 8:30pm.
And I was exhausted. Traffic had been miserable, so my 45-60 minute drive turned into a 90-minute drive. Of course, it took longer than normal to can food, clean up, pay and get out of there.
Anyway, I finished up and headed home. The little guy was already asleep, so we realized I wouldn’t need the guest room because h would be in the bedroom already. So, I set up in the dining room and memorized!
The instructor told us the next couple of days would be all statistics, so I wasn’t worried. I’m a numbers guy, I majored in Economics with an emphasis in Econometrics. Nothing they could throw at me would take me by surprise (never mind that I hadn’t opened at stats book since 2002). Cavalierly, I decided to study for only 1 hour, instead of my normal 4 or 5.
But, I wasn’t worried because I knew I could just make it up tomorrow…