Work. Is. Killing. Me. It is so cold and dark and miserable and by the time those girls come over to get their sport on I am tired and crabby and want to go home and make dinner already even though that time is over three hours away. Thinking about a honeymoon is, again, a saving grace at these moments. I mean, once I get going, whistle in mouth, clipboard in hand (just kidding-this is only how coaches in the movies always look), it’s actually great. The girls have fun and are improving by the day, and I get to do something I love (aka boss them around). But waiting all day in the cold, dreary New England “spring” is sapping my will to do anything.
Recruiting is a horrible, horrible thing to have to spend time on. It’s like—no, it IS—sucking-up to one million high school coaches and athletes while blatantly and desperately pushing your school on them and everything but outright begging them to want to attend and play for you next season. I’m not great at brown-nosing. Did I mention my office has no windows? I may or may not take several breaks a day to browse cheesy wedding websites instead of “work.”
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