We had a bid to turn in this afternoon. I told the Boss I needed his prices by 2:30 at the latest, in order to get the bid package completed and off to FedEx in time to get sent by overnight letter. He assured me he was working on it and would call me with the information I needed "after lunch."
For some unaccountable reason, I waited until 2:31 to call and find out what was going on with him. I had to leave a message. He called back two minutes later and said he had the numbers I needed but got sidetracked and forgot to call me.
If I was a little short with him, it wasn't because I was angry, even though I was. It was because I would now have to drive through miserable afternoon traffic, dodging school buses and other roadway menaces, on the roundabout, totally out-of-the-way route I have to take to get anywhere since all the roads have been closed, and still possible not make it on time. That's why I was short with him.
Luckily, I got to the FedEx station on time and survived the drive. I just hope I didn't transpose any numbers, so that we have to do an $72,000 job for $27,000, or something like that. It would take me a few years to make up the difference out of my salary, and I'd have to live off the roots and berries growing in my yard. Possibly have to live in the big oak tree out back and sublet the Fortress. I'd rather not do that.