The benefit of getting so much work done over the weekend wonít really come until tomorrow. Tuesday is the day Iíd ordinarily do the payroll, but since itís already done, this Tuesday will be like a free day. Only itís not, of course. Thereís no such thing as a free day, especially during the last week before quarterly taxes are due.
And anyhow, it doesnít always pay to try to get ahead. I did the payroll Saturday, and then this morning I got a call from Tim. ďOh, by the way, did I tell you I gave one of the guys a dollar an hour raise?Ē No, you didnít. But Iíll handle it. Iíll rewrite the check, void the old one, and fix all the now incorrect amounts I already entered on the tax and workers comp pages. And Iíll be ever so happy to do it.
I could have raised a ruckus about the lack of communication, but I donít want to discourage him from giving me the time cards early. I had to redo some of the work I used up my Saturday doing, and pretend I didnít mind. It wasnít a hard sell job, because it was what he wanted to hear. (ďI knew you wouldnít mind.Ē) Not so good for the ulcer, though. (Mine, that is.)
Still, here it is Monday and Iím talking about looking forward to Tuesday. Thatís not the case normally, and Iíd hate for the Boss (or anyone else) to get wind of it. He always seems to find a way to fill any vacuum of time I can scrape out of the week. Even when he doesnít know about it, he has a sixth (or seventh or eighth) sense about it. When he does know, he has no shame about it.