I was doing pretty well with my martyrdom plan, to work late into the night and whine about it all day tomorrow, but I kept hitting these snags. There was a form that I needed help filling out. There was a cost breakdown that either the Boss had forgotten to give me or I’d lost (not sure which is more likely). Phone calls, faxes, interruptions galore, blah blah etc.

So at 9:00 pm, I quit for the day. That’s probably long enough to get to the point of diminishing returns anyway. Those last few checks I wrote? Sure hope I got the right amount of zeroes, and decimals in their proper places. I’m not that good in the first place, so this is worse. Or better. Maybe double mathlexia makes you re-transpose numbers so they come out in the right order.

The real reason I quit (the other real reason) is that I couldn’t see straight any more. Those invoices some companies send with green writing on yellow paper really drive me nuts. In fact, anything that isn’t black on white seems like a waste of colored ink, in addition to making it harder to read. I’ve complained to some of these outfits, but mostly I just tell the Boss. I’m on record encouraging him to deal only with companies that use legible invoicing procedures. For all the good that does me.

So this business of cramming seven days’ work into four days is coming along fine. I finished the day with a lot of work done and an aching back. I don’t mind working until 9:00 pm, much. Less on days when I don’t get jarred out of bed by the phone before 9:00 am. If only there were more hours in a day, I think I’d be perfectly happy. Sincerely.