The Boss is really trying to help me get through all the yearend accounting that Iíve been doing. Heís really, really trying. Last week he offered to make some phone calls to vendors who havenít responded to an information request I made almost a month ago. I need that information to finish the 1099s. And (as we all know) I donít make phone calls unless itís an emergency. Sometimes not even then.
Saturday the Boss faxed two pages of typing, something pretty simple, but then he made the mistake of phoning me about it and I complained that I was giving up my whole weekend to do the taxes and reports that have a January 31 deadline. He backed off immediately and said weíd do that typing some other time. So he really is trying.
This morning, though, eight pages of fine print specifications came over the fax. He had cut and pasted them out of various documents, and added to them in his chicken-scratch engineerís hand, and moved things around, and he wanted me to type them in a format that he could present to a county official in Southern California. Today. He made a big deal out of how this official was pressuring him to get this done. He handles pressure pretty well — by passing it on.
So thatís how my Monday started, and thatís how it proceeded, and thatís pretty much how it ended. My whole day was given over to the most boring typing job in the history of the world. I once told him he needed a secretary, but he thought I was joking. What this does is turn this into another four-day week. At least all the deadline work is done, and the next big deadline is the end of February. Thatís a whole month away, so Iím not thinking about it. Not much, anyway. It is a short month, after all.