I don't think I'll ever grow up, thankfully...

I had dinner with all my yearbook sales and production staff last night. Just before I left home to drive to the restaurant I couldn't find my wallet. I was a little panicked because I'm the President of the company and I'm the guy who is to pay the bill.

I looked high and low and couldn't find it. I then thought back to when I last had it and it was the night before at the movie theatre. I called the theatre, spoke to the general manager and he told me they found it. I asked him where I could pick it up, and he sternly said to come to the front desk, and ask for him. This is were I started to experience some anxiety.

You see, I was at the theatre the night before and I brought in beer, which is not allowed, and left my empties under my seat. They would have found my wallet under my seat beside the empty beer cans, which meant they would know I was the one who brought the beer.

On the drive to the theatre I was playing all the scenarios through my mind. I was sure the general manager was going to ask me about the empty beer cans.

I was wearing my Ironman Finishing pullover and I thought if he asked me about the beer cans, I could point to the sweater and tell him I'm an athlete and don't drink. But then I thought about it and didn't want to lie. So then I thought about answers that I could give that don't confirm or don't deny that it was me. I then got really paranoid and figured they might have video, and if they did, they would see the beer cans in the pockets of my shorts. Would they press charges or ban me from the theatre?

Like I said, I was anxious and paranoid driving to the theatre. As I was driving, I was thinking of a recent comment my sister made to me when I posted a non flattering picture of her on facebook. Her comment was, "how old are you"? In a way, me and my brother Bob have never grown up. We are kind of like Benjamin Button. Actually, we're Bob and Bryan Button. We do age on the outside, but on the inside we still remain immature teenagers.

When I got to the theatre, it was anti climatic. The manager came, looked at me, compared me to my i.d. and then gave me my wallet and I left. Disaster averted, but the anxiety sure made me feel alive.

Today was a full day of sales meetings with my yearbook sales people and key production staff. I don't look forward to day long meetings and I've got some strong personalities in the group and I never know where these meetings are going to go.

Fortunately, I felt we had one of our best meetings and am really looking forward to the next school year. I'm happy with this past years progress and I'm confident in the production and sales people that I have in place. With all the new things we're doing and the enthusiasm and confidence I saw today, I think next year is going to be a good year.

After the meeting, I went for a few beers with John Napthine. Johnny is my brother from another mother and enjoys his beer like me. He is the production manager for our yearbook division. He is a high integrity, straight shooter, smart feller, no bull shit taker and one of the most wittiest and funniest people I've ever known. He's one of the few people I'd trust with my life. I took a picture of Johnny as we left Jack Astors.

On the training side, today was a scheduled rest day. I'm so glad because I am so sore. I needed today off. Officially, in my mind, my summer has begun today because I have no more sales meetings to prepare for until September.

Rest Day - Taper

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