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If I’d gone into this Monday feeling the way I did over the weekend, I’d never have made it through. It was a day of many crises, but somehow I had enough in the tank to handle them. It didn’t end until well into the evening, either. In fact, things got even more hectic after my usual quitting time. It’s a good thing I got all the bad air out of my system before Monday set in.
The Boss must have been saving it up. I managed to keep busy all day, even without hearing from him. Then, just when I thought it was safe to close the spreadsheet program, here comes the onslaught. I tried to be unflappable, because I didn’t want to melt down the way I sometimes do. He’s seen enough of that side of me lately. So I tried to help him solve his problem.
The problem was that I might have been the problem. Or part of the problem. A document we should have filed a month ago fell through the cracks, and there was a chance it could end up costing us a lot of money. If it hadn’t been for the part about the money, I would have stepped up and admitted I dropped the ball. Instead, I let him think there was something he should have done. (Which is true. He should have reminded me to file the document.)
Anyway, we had to redo some paperwork and scramble around getting names and addresses. I’ll bop off to the post office first thing tomorrow (in other words, around noon), so that this gets handled. It’s a little late, but if there’s any backdating to do, he can be the one who does it. Somehow it all works out that even if I did make a big mistake, he’s the one who takes the beating. That makes working late a little easier for me to take. |
