Lifting Our Voices in Song
January. Snow flurries outside his office window. A tough day ahead. Lots of balls in the air. The phone rang. He picked it up.
Is this a good time to talk? she asked.
Perfect, he lied. Thanks for returning my call.
I got your message on the voicemail. You sounded troubled. What’s up? she asked.
A classic blooper. It’s not easy to screw up the annual holiday party, he said. But somehow we managed.
Easier than you’d think. It’s certainly not the first time something that was supposed to be special blew up in someone’s face. What happened?
You remember the Lakeside Lore tournament?
How could I forget?
Everyone said it was our best meeting ever. Wonderful feeling of community. But it was only senior management. ...