It was going to be a Monday anyway, so being pleasantly sleepy all day had the beneficial effect of taking the edge off and slowing the pace. I'm ordinarily a bit compulsive about getting a task done before I take a break. This attitude is often compromised when two or three critical projects loom out of nowhere and suddenly inject their venom into my daily routine. This often happens on a Monday.
Today, for example, I was paying bills when Tim called. Tim is our project manager who also happens to be the Boss's son. A rock had cracked the windshield of his truck. Questions of insurance, deductibles, estimates and the like had to be addressed.
To me this is make-work, the kind of thing that I shouldn't have to deal with because it shouldn't happen. I know that it's part of my job to deal with sudden crises as they come up, but I think I gave Tim a hard enough time about it that he might call the insurance company himself next time. After all, the number's on a card in his glove box (unless he's lost it).
The Boss waited until I had a chance to regain momentum on the bill paying before faxing me a letter he needed to have typed. I lost count of the number of revisions this document went through, but each one seemed to come at the least opportune time, and the last one wasn't finished until after seven o'clock tonight. In other words, after the ballgame had started.
In the midst of the general confusion, Tim called again with another favor, something he could have handled with a phone call instead of calling me to call someone else (someone he knows and I don't), and then calling him back with the other person's response.
There's a neat kind of symmetry there, but it lacks something in efficiency. It also is what usually makes me want to put a fist through something.