The Zircus
As
soon as my alarm went off this morning, I zipped out of bed! I didn’t bother with the snooze button even
once because I needed to get a jump start on my day. My project needed a few finishing touches, and I needed to zero in
on the best way to stop the new guy, Zachary, who has been zigzagging his way
around my ideas, from presenting them to the boss as
his own. It’s my plan to make sure I’m
one-up on him today, and by the time we reach the meeting later this morning, Zach will
have zilch to show for his zestful attempts to take credit for my hard work.
Stepping
outside, I noticed the sun dancing on the dew like a cubic zirconium with a
zillion sparkles covering the lawn like a zealous lover attempting to
propose. I was sure it was going to a
great day! And indeed, the morning was
going fairly well; I was zooming around pulling things together before our meeting, when suddenly, I slipped on a slice of zucchini someone dropped on
the sidewalk. Ain’t that a zinger? In the cartoons, it's always a banana peel…for
me, it’s a green-peeled vegetable! Just one more reason to steer clear of all things
green. As I gathered my things up that were scattered about the sidewalk, I realized I had a small rip
in my pants.
When
I finally made it to the office, I noticed that Zach’s shirt was an unattractive
zebra print, and with any luck his attire would stand out more than my
tiny rip in the..ah…rear zone of my khakis.
As the meeting progressed, Zach was talking non-stop in a jazzed-up nervous jabber,
and I began to feel like a zoo keeper in a circus! Yes, that’s what I said; it was a cross
between a zoo and a circus in that room, a zircus, if you will, and I finally
had enough.
I
zapped Zach in mid-sentence, and tried zero in on the one reason we were
meeting, which was to zestfully approach the best way to land the Zingerman
account, and the person who had the strongest campaign would land this account…and
I wanted that commission! However, our
boss, Zeb, suddenly informed us that he was going to take charge of the
Zingerman account, and he would present the best assignment himself.
Zachary
was so white, one could have mistakenly thought zinc oxide was on his face. Zeb asked me to present my ideas
first, and I have to say there was a moment that I felt my designs were surely
superior, and Zach was just wasting his time.
After presenting my project with no small amount of zeal, I sat back to
watch Zach pale in comparison. It was his first time pitching ideas to Zeb,
after all, and he did look as if he were ready to toss his cookies.
Imagine
my surprise when I actually liked Zach’s presentation, which was more of a
compliment to my own ideas than direct competition. It occurred to me that all of Zach’s
zigzagging may have actually been a zany attempt of the new guy trying to learn
rather than trying to steal. Perhaps I’m
a little too cynical. I was even a
little apologetic for mentally accusing him of throwing the dreadful sliced zucchini down that caused my zip-up on the sidewalk. Of course, the apology was as mental as the
accusation.
I
finally came to my senses and suggested to Zeb that he combine both projects
and present them to the Zingerman group, and he thought that was the best way to go, as well.
Now I’m just worn out, mentally and physically. On the
next big project, I think I’ll spend less time keeping my ideas from Zach, and more
time utilizing his energy to help make a pretty dynamic presentation. In other words, I’m going to join the
zircus.
And this, my Friends, is the end of the A to Z challenge, which I have completed, every day, in a timely manner. Go me!
And this, my Friends, is the end of the A to Z challenge, which I have completed, every day, in a timely manner. Go me!
