I went down so fast that I couldn’t even break my fall with my hands. The why not became obvious about sixty seconds later, when my Chuck Taylor low tops slipped on the slick surface. But yesterday I thought…why not? It’s like working at a fine restaurant and never sampling the food. As the office manager, it’s my job to coordinate all this happy chaos.īut yesterday afternoon, in a moment of sheer stupidity, I walked out onto the gleaming ice of the practice rink to deliver a message to one of my coworkers.įor two years I’d worked for the hockey team without ever setting foot on the ice. Once my team makes the playoffs, a flood of tasks will head my way. The Brooklyn Bruisers are closing in on the NHL playoffs for the first time in years. So, until twenty-four hours ago, I thought of myself as pretty darned tough.Īnd I’ll need to be. Last year a hockey player bet against me on this and lost his hundred bucks. And I work with professional athletes, holding my own in an office so full of testosterone that caffeine is almost beside the point. It is a truth universally acknowledged that I am something of a badass.įor starters, I live in Brooklyn, where everyone can more or less handle herself. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” “I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. Hear about all the latest books and discounts first! Join Sarina’s mailing list!
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