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It’s as if the monster swallowed the whole world today. The good part is that there was almost no traffic on the streets when I ran my errands this morning. And on a Monday, too! Not that I had all that many places to go, or all that much ambition to run all over town, but I could have if I’d felt like it. So that’s the good part.
The not so good part is: Where is everybody? This isn’t a real holiday, is it? I’m not a civil servant, and I wasn’t trying to contact any government offices anyway. I just wanted a response from the Boss. Not only was he not available, but his fax machine must have run out of paper, because it wasn’t accepting anything I was trying to send it.
Now that’s a problem because I can’t clear anything off my desk and get on with my work until I’ve faxed copies of all the new invoices to the Boss. He insists on seeing every invoice when it comes in, and a copy of every check when it’s paid. It’s a big copying job every time I do a check run, and since I don’t have a real copier I have to use my old, slow fax/printer to make these copies. It’s tedious and time-consuming just to talk about (isn’t it?), much less to do.
Today, when I couldn’t reach the Boss or Julie, I almost went on strike. I thought, if I can’t do my job the regular way, with almost constant interaction with the two people who (a) seem to need to know my every move, and (2) have all the answers I need when I have questions I need to ask, then why should I work? Why shouldn’t I declare it a holiday?
It’s a funny thing, though. I was just going to tie up a few loose ends and then disappear into the new book I’ve just started reading, but one thing led to another and before I knew it I’d spent the whole day working, just like any other Monday. Well, except for the fact that I was all alone on my tiny planet. |
