At about this time, the Boss faxed me another letter he wanted typed. I'm also working on fulfilling the affirmative action requirements on a bid we're supposed to turn in this Friday. And Monday is usually the day I pay company bills.
Want to hear more? I also have to figure out where to borrow money for payroll until we can get paid on some of the work we put in place this month. And I'm way behind on my filing. And the quarter ends this week, which will triple my workload next week. Poor, poor pitiful me.
So when he asked me one more time this morning for his precious cost reports, I told him I'd have them some time in the next few days. Then I did them. It took about an hour and a half, not very long in the vast expanse of time.
And now they're done, and sitting on my desk. Because I didn't fax them to him right away. I'm not exactly waiting for him to ask me again, as that would probably constitute some kind of straw, maybe the last kind, maybe the camel-back-breaking kind.
I just didn't want him to think he could demand something that takes time away from the other things he has me doing, and then get instant results. I wanted him to have to wait a while. He could stand to learn a little humility and patience. It's really for his own good.
Okay, I didn't want him to know how easy it was for me to get them done.
So I'm ashamed of myself. My mini-power play won't have any impact, because he'll be happy to get the cost reports whenever he gets them. And I have a lot of practice at not letting him know when I'm irritated, even though there is some leakage in that area. There's nothing totally airtight about my emotions, in spite of my best efforts. All I've really done is generate a cloud of guilt that'll hang over me until I've moved on to the next crisis.