If running around like a headless free-range chicken means that I had a busy day, then thatís what happened. If itís supposed to mean I got things done? Not so much.
Upstairs, downstairs. The typewriter is upstairs. Thatís where I do my typing (and where I finished the company 1099s today). Everything else is downstairs. Thatís where I do everything else (and where I have to go whenever the Boss calls to ask me a question he already knows the answer to). If running up and down the stairs is some kind of accomplishment, then whoop-de-do for me.
The 1099s are done. Did I mention that? Thatís huge. And I worked up two billings that should get us some big checks in the coming weeks, thousands of dollars (of which nearly all is already spent, so itís pretty much a zero sum achievement).
And hey, I made the Boss think I was getting something done, which in the grand scheme is almost as good as really doing it. Plus, itís Friday. To some people that means a couple of days with no responsibilities. To me it means a couple of days without being jostled off track or sent off chasing the goose which is wild. A couple of days when I can actually work for a change.