Youíd think that after sailing through the audit that Iíve spent the last week preparing for, Iíd be high as a kite. Thatís what youíd think, isnít it? I should be singing songs of jubilation and/or spinning like a top.
But no, thatís not what happened. All I wanted all weekend was to have it behind me, but once it was, I got laid out flat by it. I spent the whole afternoon in a daze, not quite able to focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a time. Of all the work I had lined out for myself to get done today, I had to put a lot of it off until tomorrow. (As usual, by the way.)
And thatís probably why it took me until almost 8:30 tonight to feel as if I had accomplished enough to quit for the day. Thereís a point of diminishing returns (hey, I didnít get a ďCĒ in Econ 101 for nothing), and I probably should have recognized it before I wasted so much time getting so little done.
And yet, in spite of all this, thereís a pile of outgoing mail on the corner of my desk. Itís a pile I should be proud of, or at least not ashamed to show anyone who asks, ďWhat did you do today?Ē
ďAll that,Ē I should say, pointing proudly.