Maybe this was the last Monday of the year, but it was still a Monday. Fifty-one other Mondays can't be wrong. This wasn't going to be a break from tradition, although it started quietly. I didn't hear from the Boss until about 4 pm. Then the floodgates opened.
For the next three hours or so, the Boss, Tim and I were engaged in a three-way conversation about something (a) I know nothing about, and (2) I'm not supposed to know anything about. And yet I was relaying information from one to the other. Information that turned out to be a wee bit faulty. Information that was, in fact, about something else entirely, although I didn't realize that fact until way late in the process.
It would probably be better if they talked directly to each other. You try telling them that.