The last worthless evening
Everybody’s working for the weekend.
I”m working on the weekend.
The holiday weekend.
Again.
Funny thing is, I used to have some help and I can’t say I’ve been any less inundated since I stopped having it.
Good thing is, help arrives Monday.
So the body count can remain at zero for yet another “holiday” weekend where the rest of the company cheerfully e-mails that we can either A) leave early if our work is done (hah) or B) hold our breath waiting for people to come back from vacation to take care of things I needed them to take care of while they were off enjoying a week off.
Of course, I’d rather hear folks were on vacation than just siting in their office, refusing to do what I ask without my boss’ permission. Ain’t nobody got time for that, least of all me.
In case that wasn’t obvious.