Gabriel would have been lying if he said that being on time was something that he’d been good about lately. Some of the blame went to his job, which, as of late, had been more stressful than usual. With the holidays rapidly approaching, the number of ad campaigns he was in charge of was quickly increasing, to the point that it was getting hard to control his workload without fighting the urge to pull his hair out. It didn’t help that he also had things going on at home, which distracted from his work, which led to stress at home, which distracted him at work and on and on and on. The vicious cycle of stress that had been created was taking him for quite the ride, and it was one that he was very ready to get off of.
There had been a point earlier in the day when Gabe had felt that he was actually on top of things for once, and he wasn’t afraid to admit that he’d been pretty damn proud of himself. He was cruising through his work, and had pitched successful ideas to both of the clients he’d met with. Things seemed to finally be going his way. ...And then he remembered Nick’s soccer game.
Thirty-seven minutes after the game had been scheduled to start, Gabe hastily pulled into a parking lot and hurriedly exited the vehicle. Slamming the door to his car, he clicked the lock button on his key fob a good seven or eight times before shoving it in his pocket. As he approached the field he quickly scanned the bleachers for familiar faces, whistling while he walked. He weaved his way through the crowds to his family, plopping down beside his wife as he released a large sigh. “What did I miss?” he asked as he leaned back and settled into his seat.
