I Need a Double
Seems like this time of year every year at work I'm always busier than a incontinent cow in a peeing contest.
Big Boss is heaping stuff on me, which is fine, I appreciate that I get to be a bit more than an average paper pusher, but sometimes I think he forgets that I work for three other people.
And this past week it's been five other people. A secretary I back up went on vacation for eight days. I don't mind that either--but it would have been nice to know before she left.
So tonight I will take my shower, hop into my jammies, crank up the tunes, let the Springs nest on my lap, and--type a handbook.
Maybe I can get Moochie to do it for me.