I could tell you about my day, but I think I covered the same ground yesterday. Only today, it started even earlier. That invoice I was typing yesterday afternoon? The Boss thought heíd sent me the last page before heíd taken off on his rounds of the bars (or whatever it is he does after hours). So he had to call me at 8:01 am today to ask me why I hadnít typed it and faxed it back.
He might not have believed me when I told him that I never got it. Sometimes I think he deliberately puts everyone (even me!) in the worst possible light, because thatís how he sees the world. I didnít do the work, so I must have been shirking. It couldnít be that he didnít send me the work to do.
Whatever the case, he sent it this morning and I was up working on it for two hours before I even had time to take a break, much less a shower. It sort of colored my whole day, because I depend on waking up slowly and easing into the day. I get even grumpier than usual when I have to work on his schedule instead of mine.
Itís not that I think Iím entitled to sleep late on work days, even given the fact that I work semi-full days most weekends. Iím not saying the Boss should leave me alone all morning, just that I would prefer it if he did, and Iíd be a lot happier and better able to cope and less stressed. But other than that, Iím fine with the early morning phone calls. Bring íem on.