Back in my own world, at about six last night the Boss and I were talking on the phone, going over the paperwork we couldn't do earlier because he was on the road. He asked me, "How much longer do you want to keep at this? It's Friday night." (Oh, is it?)
"I can keep going as long as you can," I foolishly replied. I really wanted to get these matters behind us, because they were clogging the chute and keeping me from attacking anything else on my to-do list. I mean, I can't do cost reports until we figure out whether the invoices are correct.
It's that simple, and yet it's never that simple. The Boss is forever complicating my life, and on so many levels. He always has corrections and refinements, and he does them his way. For example, he tells me the amount of the credit, but not how much of it is sales tax, and I need to know that for the sales tax report. He gives me no backup for anything other than a worksheet he scribbles on a piece of scratch paper and faxes to me.
Sometimes, the paperwork is all in order, but he forgets that it needs to roll across my desk somewhere in the process. One of the other things he faxed me last night was a change order he'd negotiated over a month ago. He'd done it all from his remote office without my knowledge, but now I suddenly have to fit it into the cost reports and financial projections.
So there I was, at eight o'clock on a Friday night, still trying to clear the jam and let the rest of it all flow freely. I could have called him again and asked more questions, but I was afraid I'd still be working at nine or ten o'clock. Now I'm thinking maybe I can't go as long as he can after all.