I donít know, I could be wrong, but I think Monday is finally over.
Between government agencies and labor unions — among other entities that owe their existence to combing over paperwork created by poor working stiffs, with the hope of finding something wrong so that the working stiff has to do it over, differently and in greater detail — I feel just the slightest bit put upon this week. Not that Iím complaining, but yes I am.
The trouble with getting one of these extra tasks dumped on me out of the blue is that (a) it gets me off my game and keeps me from getting regular work done, and (2) even if I finish earlier than expected, Iím so drained by the extra effort that the only thing I can do is make the decision that the work day is over. Thatís why today ended at 3:30 pm.
Anyway, by that time it was getting dark and threatening to start raining and Iíd skipped lunch. So I feel perfectly justified in my early retirement (as you can tell by how hard Iím arguing with myself right now).
This actually would have been true if the phone had stopped ringing at 3:30.