Yes, there’s more to the story. I only wish when Tim asked if he was giving me too much to do that I’d told the truth. But when I got back from the post office this morning there was a copy of the invitation to the big party on the fax. A short while later he phoned and gave me my assignment.

Yes, it’s two days before the Boss’s party, and just now he’s getting around to sending out invitations. Since it’s too late to mail them, they’re going out by fax. Since he’s busy driving around in his big, air-conditioned company truck, I get to do the faxing. And since he doesn’t really have a firm idea of whom he wants to invite, I get to try to read his mind.

He gave me some general guidelines, and I went through all our old phone lists looking for the kinds of people I though he wanted at the party. And then faxing them this generic invitation to be at our first annual luau two days from now. I don’t know how many times he called back throughout the day, suggesting names that I’d already thought of.

And that’s how I spent my day: faxing. I just hope I didn’t accidentally push the Boss’s speed dial number on the fax machine at some point, because that would have spoiled the wonderful surprise. Don’t think I wasn’t tempted. Everyone knows I don’t like surprises, but I can’t ruin someone else’s. Not deliberately, anyway.

One thing I did find out today was that Tim is aware that the Boss planned to be away Saturday, and he told him that he couldn’t go. He didn’t tell him why, but I think just maybe the Boss suspects that something’s up. He might even enjoy it, if he doesn’t think about the part where he’s paying for his own outsized birthday party. If that’s the case, he could be looking at hula dancers and seeing dollar signs.