“…and then we are meeting with the new client tomorrow for lunch at twelve. You can make it, right? If you can’t, you really need to let me know.”
Mike adjusted the cell phone pressed to his ear. “Yeah, I can make it. I’ll definitely be there.” With his left hand, he typed an email to his boss with an overview of last month’s financials. With his right hand, he stirred the pot of noodles. “What time?”
“Twelve. Mike, if you can’t – “
“Dave, I will be there. I promise.”
“Good. This project won’t take off unless you’re fully on board.”
“I’m fully committed. Believe me. I’m looking forward to the day I can quit my job and work full time with you.”
“I don’t know how you juggle everything, man. Sometimes it’s like – “
“Oh, Dave, hey I gotta go. The house phone is ringing.”
Mike raced into the living room and grabbed the house phone just as the answering machine message was ending.
“Hello, Mike speaking.”
“Hey,” his wife said. “Max’s teachers have asked to meet with us at six instead of seven. You can still make it, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Good. What’s Mandy doing? Is she happy that you’re working at home today?”
“Yeah, I think so. We’ll see how she feels after she tries my cooking. Speaking of which, I can hear the smoke alarm. Gotta go!”
Mike raced back into the kitchen, hearing his cell phone ring and feeling it vibrate in his pocket. Water poured over the sides of the pot and smoke rose from the burner. As he turned off the heat and swatted at the smoke, he could see thirty new emails had come in on his laptop.
“Dad? Are you ok?” Mandy appeared in the doorway, clutching a doll.
“Everything is peachy, my dear. Lunch is just about ready.”
“Dad…after lunch can we play?”
Mike closed his laptop and silenced his phone. “Of course we can play.”
328 words for Trifecta using the third definition of the word ‘juggle’.
3: to handle or deal with usually several things (as obligations) at one time so as to satisfy often competing requirements