Write about: the overachiever.
Miles needed to get back to sleep this afternoon and Kat needed a break. So I loaded the boys into the car and took a drive into town.
You could say that I ended up overachieving a little bit:
This morning I helped Kat's parents and brother get the nets over the cherry trees. The fruit is turning red already and the birds have taken notice. Hopefully we've managed to discourage them now.
"Did you hear who got the promotion?"
"Oh, not again!"
"I know, right? It's like the guy never sleeps or something."
"What, you seriously think it's just hard work and dedication that's got him this far?"
"Nobody puts in those kind of hours anymore. That's old school garbage. This is a new age, man. Anything and everything is on a computer or in a cellphone."
"Are you suggesting he blackmailed his way to the top? That's a horrible thing to spread around the office!"
"Don't be so naive, man. I mean, just look at the guy. He's obviously not sleeping his way there. And there's no way he's smart enough to do anything else."
"What, like work hard and study hard and..."
"Who has time for that? Way faster to find some nasty dirt and put it to good use."
"So why haven't you done that?"
"I... uh... it's complicated."
"Oh, so somebody's got dirt on you then?"
"... shut up and get back to work, man."