I donít know if itís payback or entitlement or what, but I decided that since the Boss was sending me on an unnecessary errand this morning, I would take a little extra time to do something for myself. He wouldnít even ask me to go to FedEx to overnight something to him. He made Julie ask me, so I was more likely not to whine and try to get out of it.
The thing is, they could have asked me for this document a week ago, or even more, and I would have been able to send it by regular mail. Since I go to the post office every single day, that wouldnít have been much of a strain. But since I had to cross the freeway to get to the FedEx place I like (and I wouldnít go to one I didnít like), I stayed on the other side and did some things for me.
Of course, the only one who really suffers is my own self, since I donít really have time for gallivanting during the work day. I had to work late to finish payroll tonight, and none of the other things on my list even got touched today, much less roped and wrestled to the ground.
So thatís how I found myself at the haircutting place in the mall, the very same place where Iíve given generous tips for two lousy haircuts in a row. They donít seem so lousy when I walk out of the shop, but by the next day I usually look as if Iíve just been returned from an alien abduction. This time I walked out of the shop not feeling so great about the haircut, so maybe this one will work out better. I hope so, because I left a big tip.