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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Today was the day I figured out Iím going to be no fun for the next month or so. Now, Iím not all that much fun in good times, but I was doing okay today, even though I was working through a Sunday doing things I shouldnít have to do on a weekend. Thatís fine. I can handle that — or I could, until the Boss got back from his holiday and started sending faxes asking me to do even more. I wanted to reach through the phone line and strangle him. Literally.

It took me a while to get back into the zone. Work is work, and it has to be done, either now or later. Anything I donít want to do now, I do later. If I donít want to do it later, I can sometimes shove it off on the Boss and make him do it. One way or another, I survive this frantic time of year, every year. So far, anyway. I donít know why I let myself get all worked up, but thatís the way it is. Iím not a lot of fun to be around when it happens, but it might be hard to notice the difference.

27 December 2009

Itís all about money. Itís always about money. Thereís not enough of it, thereís too much of it, who gets what we have, who has to wait for their share. All these questions get answered, sometimes gradually and sometimes by default, but what I needed from the Boss today was more answers, not more questions. Thatís the reason I was punching the air. This time.

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