Things calmed down a little today. This leads me to think I'm missing something. If the phone's not ringing, I might have forgotten to turn on the ringer, or maybe the battery is low. Eventually I checked to make sure I had a dial tone, but I waited an hour (or six) before I did.
What was even more surprising was that nothing was coming over the fax machine. It wasn't out of paper or ink, and it was plugged in. Could everyone have forgotten about me? Were they trying to tell me something? Am I being phased out? It couldn't be that all my whining bought me a day of tranquility. Maybe what they're trying to tell me is, "Get some work done. This is your shot."
I didn't hear the blast, but if a nuclear bomb had flattened all of central California and the western half of Nevada, it would be this quiet here. I really think they would have interrupted General Hospital if that had happened, though.
So I took advantage and plowed through some work, until I couldn't stand it any more. I made up an excuse to phone the Boss. It was sort of like examining my conscience before confession. Bless me, Father, did you need anything today? (A tiny carafe of wine, or a cookie?)
All is apparently well. He hadn't left early for the long weekend or been blown away by a disgruntled subcontractor. (I'm not sure which of those would have been less likely.) I even got out of the phone call without getting any new assignments dumped on me. So even though I worked all day, it was almost like a little vacation, or an early start to the weekend.
I'm sure if they knew I felt that way, they'd leave me alone more often. Or maybe not.