When I went to bed last night, I knew Iíd have a little trouble getting up this morning. Not that thatís anything usual, of course, but today started out at an even slower pace than usual. Thatís okay, though, because what I needed to do today was a very specific set of tasks that will prepare me for the Bossís return to his desk tomorrow. Thatís when it will all hit the fan, and Iíll have to be at my best from the start. (Well, it could happen.)
I could wish I had one more day to decompress, or to ease back into the grind, but this day was almost it anyway. It was as good as I could have hoped for, at least. There were no particular crises, and I managed to accomplish the few key tasks that will get me ready for the big decisions the Boss and I will make tomorrow. Plus, it was Boxing Day, and I had English football playing on the box all day while I went about my business.
The best solution I could think of was to write a rather long-winded note to the Boss, outlining where I think we are and what I think we need to do. This tactic has its pitfalls, because (a) as we know, the Boss doesnít like to read anything longer than a greeting card, and (2) as we know, he likes to find fault with any plan that he didnít come up with himself. Still, I expect to muddle through tomorrow somehow. Thereís no choice, really. Weíre up against the deadline, and thereís no time for wiggling.