“Hello?” I answer.
“Have you seen the social media accounts today?” a loud voice asks, and it takes me a second to realize it’s my boss.
Scrambling up from my sprawled out position as if he can see me, I push my hair out of my face.
“I have,” I admit. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s the most engagement I’ve seen in a while! Your videos are professional, with just enough teasing to keep people’s attention,” Friedrick says. “If you want to reply to people’s comments, you absolutely can. We haven’t really had anyone managing our socials in a while.”
“I noticed that,” I sympathize. “I’m planning to post more content today. I want people to check back for it, and know they’ll get to see their favorite players doing something new. I want to do a series on how hard the Dragons train without giving away any secrets.”
“I like that idea,” he says. “Ticket sales are also beginning to increase.”
“I’m sure that’s only because they won,” I say gently.
“Eh, it may have something to do with it, but unless people are invested in the sports world, they may never hear about the win,” Friedrick says. “Your posts are forcing them to pay attention.”
“I did get a few comments asking when they got on the hockey side of their algorithms,” I chuckle. “I’m glad that people are paying attention. It can usually take a while before content gets enough traction to translate into sales.”
“I know, I know. There will be more travel coming up, which means it’ll be a good time to create traction to increase our fan base both locally and on the road,” he says excitedly. I can’t help but smile along as I nod. “I just can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
My dad did mention that the next four games would be out of town this morning. It means he’s going to be driving us so that Iwon’t be stuck on the bus with all the hockey players. I’m going to insist that we split the driving because he needs to be fresh for the games.
Things are going to be very busy as the season ramps up. I’m going to have to get really comfortable sleeping in hotel rooms.
“I’m also very excited,” I say. “I’m really glad you’re happy with my work so far.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he says. “You could have asked for more money, and I’d gladly have given it to you. Talk later, I have another call coming in.”
Friedrick hangs up while I pick up my jaw from the ground, surprised by the high praise.
“Cae!” Dad calls out. “Are you about ready to leave for practice?”
“Yes!” I yell, getting up. Glancing down at my clothing, I wince. “Just give me a second to change.”
“Get the lead out,” Dad replies, making me chuckle as I shut the door and pull off my comfortable clothing. There’s a cute bear on my sweatpants, a clear reminder that I can’t go out in my pajamas.
I tend to bum around while I’m working from home. Dad convinced me to go running with him this morning as well, and I have to say that I feel more awake and alert. I took a shower after the run, ate breakfast with him, and then got to work.
I’ve been very productive.
Changing into a long sleeved lace shirt, I throw on a snarky t-shirt over it, and cargo pants. New Orleans weather has become really odd recently. Today, it’s on the cooler side and could drop to the forties tonight by the time hockey practice is over.
Layers are the best way to go. Pulling on my boots over my socks, I zip them up and spray my descenting spray all over me.
“Cae!” Dad yells, making me sigh as I grab my bag full of work supplies and a sweatshirt.
A passing glance around the room confirms what I thought: I can’t find either of my oils. The spray is going to have to do for now. I’m with my dad today, it doesn’t matter if I smell like nothing.
The biggest issue I have is when I’m in public at the mall or a gas station. It’s wild what people notice there.
Running out of my room, I stomp down the stairs.
“Okay, old man,” I say breathlessly. “Where’s the fire?”
Dad smirks as he shakes his head, pushing a banana into my hand.
“At the rink if my players beat me there,” he grunts, shooing me out of the house.
