Busy buisiness has a sick day.

Sometimes you just have to slowdown and see life for life, if not, you´ll have to take a sick day...

Instances and insistance!
Insistance is what a sure man pushes. Across to save his spending, across to save his goals.
The only thing in which he believes is in what he just successfully sold.

Instances where his coffee pot ran low and his secretary got sick. He was so rushed and stressed locked himself out of his car on some busy motorway.

Insistance that things would be okay. that persistance would persist even in exhaust fume disappointment. . missed calls from investors ran all the way up his spine.
And doubts he would make it to his afternoon conquest of a new vulnerable client.

Instances when he won the crowd and went home wallet bulging, now bald, his secretary malicious.
He seldom attracts attention even shouting in his favourite fastfood pigsty outlet.

Insistance that he could do everything as he screamed into his cellphone to the ear of some shaken taxi clerk slow to compute. To understand where and when and who to send in such a hurried frantic fashion. As the taxi approached the deadline to his meeting chirped like a retarded bird.

Instances where pressure cooked him into sweating and puffing. The best weapon could only be fired at point blank range and that was denial.

Insistance that the taxi had made him late in blatant refusal to pay the fare with glaring outrage all over his face as if it had been sprayed on. Tipsy and tidly on distilled anger.

Instances when he got to this level, mayhem and bugeyes would leap out of his face, as his mouth screamed with tones of scathing indignation. Non acceptance and disgrace.

Insistance on the possibility of the clients rescheduling of the apointment kept his sanity momentarily intact. The hotel staff just shook their heads and laughed and said that ship had sailed. The man demanding an apology for them implying incompetency. The bomb in his head detonated again.

Twenty minutes and two thousand dollars in damages later, the police picked him up.
He wiped the last teardrop from his eye, got on his cellphone and gave his secretary permission for a sick day.