It’s funny, the things I’ll do for Julie that I won’t do for the Boss. She had a tough day hunting gophers out on the ranch, and so she came in to do a little late paperwork. I know that because she faxed me a bunch of spreadsheet work tonight at 7:30 pm (sooooo glad they finally got the fax line strung out into the desert where she lives).

Then she called and told me not to worry about it until tomorrow. Well, whenever I hear “tomorrow,” I think “morning.” And when I’m thinking about Saturday morning, I’m not thinking about spreadsheets. I’m thinking about sleeping. I’m basically thinking about not thinking. So I put in a little extra time, gave up some of my Friday night for The Cause.

But if the Boss had faxed me anything at 7:30 on Friday night, I probably wouldn’t have tackled it until Sunday night. And I definitely wouldn’t have faxed it back to him until Monday morning. I will not be taken advantage of. I will occasionally melt into a puddle, but only on my terms. Is that clear? I knew that it was.

I dodged one big bullet today. Tim was supposed to come by (to my house!) to bring me some paperwork for the insurance changeover. I asked the Boss about this at midday, and he said Tim was there at the kennel, bullying his crew (as usual). So I sez, sez I, “Why don’t you get the papers from him and mail them to me yourself? That way I’ll know it’s been handled, and it’ll save him a trip.” I didn’t add the obvious, that it would also save me from having to worry about a visit from an 800-pound gorilla. You can never be fully prepared for that.