I seem to have lost my sense of humor, along with my senses of balance and patience and equanimity. Thatís four of the nine sense right there, and my hearing and sight are fading as well. Soon I will only be able to touch, taste and smell, but those are some pretty important senses, so I guess I can make do. It would be a lot easier if I could still cope with lifeís little bumps.
Not only is this a short work week, but there are some people in the company who seem determined to make it even shorter. I guess if Tim is going to lay off his whole crew until January, maybe he doesnít care if they get paid for last week before then. Heís off handing out cash bonuses while Iím sitting here waiting for him to fax me time cards. Not getting them until after 7:30 pm means that I get to stay up until midnight doing the payroll, so that it can be mailed off tomorrow morning.
This comes about a month after he made a solemn promise to get the time cards to me on Monday morning. When morning turns to night, it never fails that night turns into morning again before Iím out from under the whip. Itís not as if Iím going to shirk my duty, just because everybody else shirks theirs. Itís sort of my trademark, being able to cope with whatever they throw my way, at any hour of the day or night. It what keeps me from feeling guilty about taking their money, even on days when I sleep an hour late and take an hourís nap.