Itís funny, the things Iíll do for Julie that I wonít do for the Boss. She had a tough day hunting gophers out on the ranch, and so she came in to do a little late paperwork. I know that because she faxed me a bunch of spreadsheet work tonight at 7:30 pm (sooooo glad they finally got the fax line strung out into the desert where she lives).
Then she called and told me not to worry about it until tomorrow. Well, whenever I hear ďtomorrow,Ē I think ďmorning.Ē And when Iím thinking about Saturday morning, Iím not thinking about spreadsheets. Iím thinking about sleeping. Iím basically thinking about not thinking. So I put in a little extra time, gave up some of my Friday night for The Cause.
But if the Boss had faxed me anything at 7:30 on Friday night, I probably wouldnít have tackled it until Sunday night. And I definitely wouldnít have faxed it back to him until Monday morning. I will not be taken advantage of. I will occasionally melt into a puddle, but only on my terms. Is that clear? I knew that it was.