Yes, thereís more to the story. I only wish when Tim asked if he was giving me too much to do that Iíd told the truth. But when I got back from the post office this morning there was a copy of the invitation to the big party on the fax. A short while later he phoned and gave me my assignment.
Yes, itís two days before the Bossís party, and just now heís getting around to sending out invitations. Since itís too late to mail them, theyíre going out by fax. Since heís busy driving around in his big, air-conditioned company truck, I get to do the faxing. And since he doesnít really have a firm idea of whom he wants to invite, I get to try to read his mind.
He gave me some general guidelines, and I went through all our old phone lists looking for the kinds of people I though he wanted at the party. And then faxing them this generic invitation to be at our first annual luau two days from now. I donít know how many times he called back throughout the day, suggesting names that Iíd already thought of.
And thatís how I spent my day: faxing. I just hope I didnít accidentally push the Bossís speed dial number on the fax machine at some point, because that would have spoiled the wonderful surprise. Donít think I wasnít tempted. Everyone knows I donít like surprises, but I canít ruin someone elseís. Not deliberately, anyway.