Time at the beach

Every day the same thing, this is wrong, the shipment did not come in or did not go out, you can set your watch to it.

On and on the boss rants about things that are not your fault, grinding your nerves to nothing. You say “Yes Sir,” and let him rant, trying to pay attention.

You flash back to the start of the day and the two hour traffic jam, all because a car stalled on the freeway. Mentally shaking your head, listening once again to the rants, your eye catches the souvenir from the two weeks at the beach.


The little glass container full of sand, sitting there, calmly reminding you of the fun the kids had while gathering up the samples. You catch your self before the smile breaks out across your face wrecking the currant tongue lashing. Sighing inwardly, your mind wanders back to the small beach house your wife found.

What a great job of planning and putting together the whole beach vacation package. From the moment the two weeks began, everything was under control. All the details were worked out before you ever walked out the front door. This was a special time for the family to get away, without the hassles of long lines and angry people. She had the hiking trip, the sailing and the restaurant reservations planned out before arriving. All you had to do was show up. She even got a babysitter for that long romantic walk on the beach.

Your mind snaps back to the present, you try and to focus on what your boss is saying, yet there is the picture of the golf course. What a surprise that was, wondering what you were going to do while she got the spa treatment, and the kids got the snorkeling lessons. With a good-by kiss she whispers in your ear, “You tee of in twenty minutes,” laughing at the look on your face she flies out the door.

This time your smile stops the boss in mid sentence, “What is so funny?” He yells. “Nothing Sir, just a little gas.” The boss buys it,weak though it was, and continues on. A glance at your watch tells you he is winding down.

The Corona commercial does not do the quiet beach justice, as the sound of the waves drives his voice out of your mind. What a vacation, how did she pull the whole package off? What was her secrete? She told you latter that the golf was free, part of the package, along with the spa and and snorkeling lessons. It can not have been that difficult, you start to wonder about spring break. Reaching out you grab a pad and paper, writing down things you want in the package to the coast. Maybe Newport beach, or the warmer beaches of San Diego. The boss, thinking you are working on all of his problems, slaps you on the shoulder as he walks off. Completely forgetting about your boss, you reach for the phone.

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