Late today it finally dawned on the Boss that the week was almost over, even though itís only Tuesday. I know because he phoned me for the first time since last week, and then the faxes started streaming in. This wasnít how I planned to end the work day, starting a new spreadsheet at 5:30 pm.
The critical mistake I made wasnít doing the job. It was doing the job quickly and faxing it back right away. If Iíd taken a little more time than it actually took me, no one would have been the wiser and I wouldnít have opened myself up for new assignments and further revisions. I should know this tactic by now, as Iíve used it often enough in the past.
I donít usually pretend to be slower (or dumber) than I am, mostly because I donít usually have to. And earlier in the day I did it right. I was dragging around so stupidly all morning that I totally ignored every demand on my time, except for the few little easy things I felt like doing. Itís not that working so late last night left me feeling entitled, but— well, maybe it is that after all.