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.