Some say my ego arrives on the ice before me. Who can refute the fact that I put the most pucks in the net? Girls think my accent is adorable and I’m never at a loss for companionship. But when I find out some chick named Callie in stats wants to trade the player who is the heart and soul of our team I decide I have to confront her and let her know she’s wrong in her analytics.
If that jock thinks for one minute I’m going to do his bidding instead of my job, he’s seriously mistaken. But I can’t help but check him out as he walks away. And it’s annoying that my co-works think he’s a God and are snapping pictures of him because players don’t enter offices on the management floor.