bunt sign

Sunday, October 30, 2005

At 5:03 this afternoon, I had to turn on the lights around my desk so that I could keep working. There are reasons I was working at 5:03 on a Sunday afternoon. They might not be good reasons, but they’re mine and I claim full ownership. By 5:33 pm, it was pitch black out and the forest animals were peering in at me. Or so I imagine, since I couldn’t see out. I think we had a beautiful sunset, but it came and went so early that I saw only the last fading beams and couldn’t get mobilized in time to photograph it.

The real reason I was working, and the only one that counts, is payroll. Not everyone else’s paychecks. Mine. I did have the time cards, and I was writing all the checks, but mine is the only one that will get deposited tomorrow. The others won’t even get mailed until Tuesday, and I have to send them with a note telling Tim not to distribute them until he has the okay from me. Unless we get some money in this week, they’ll all bounce. Not mine, though. At least there’s some advantage to being the guy that writes the checks.

And the reason I was working that late on a Sunday was, well, because I didn’t do anything early in the day. The extra hour did me no good in the sleep department. I was up in time to watch the race this morning, but I spent most of the day bundled up in the recliner with a blanket over me. I think I even fell asleep a few times, which wasn’t what I had in mind. After the race I got moving, took a shower, got to work. Almost before I was fully awake, the shadows were getting long and it was starting to get dark.

If this had been a normal payroll week, I might have been finished by 5:03 pm. But there was overtime to deal with, and special onsite labor rates, and deadbeat dad deductions. If tomorrow weren’t the last day of the month, and if my rent weren’t due the next day, I probably would have blown off payroll today and tried to squeeze it into tomorrow. The only trouble with that scenario is that tomorrow is Monday. And it’s the last day of the month, and the last day to pay quarterly taxes. And the first “work” day since the time change.

30 October 2005

Rooftop cloud show.

So I’ll be going to the bank tomorrow and depositing the one check I wrote today that I know won’t bounce. And I’ll be paying my rent on time. The rest of the week is kind of up in the air. I have no idea what I’m going to do if no money comes in within the next few days. I really don’t. I’m on a pretty steep cliff here, and my balance is a little shaky.

previousbunt signemailnext


It was the kind of game we used to make fun of the AFC Central for playing every Sunday. It wasn’t quite as bad as a mid-eighties 6-3 thriller between the Bills and Colts, but it wasn’t exactly a classic football game. Still, if you’re the once-mighty 49ers, you’ll take a 15-10 win over the Bucs, especially under the circumstances. The circumstances being: you traded away your first string quarterback a couple of weeks ago and promoted your prize rookie, who promptly came up with an injury forcing you to start your new second-string (formerly third-string) quarterback, who comes up with an injury late in the game so that you end up with Cody Pickett running the offense (such as it is). Cody Pickett, who had not played all year and who threw a total of ten passes in all of 2004. Still, you’ll take it, a win without benefit of scoring a touchdown, knowing that you came into the game as an 11-point underdog, and you’re probably not going to have a better chance to win a game until, say, New Year’s Day, the last day of the season, when you have a date with equally pathetic Texans.

For other journal recommendations, check out the links page.

One year ago: Forewarned
"He wouldn’t start a war without world opinion on his side, and without a clear reason, and without enough troops to win the war and keep the peace. Would he?"

Latest on bunt sign live: Friendly fire
Subscribe to the bunt sign notify list to be advised when this site is updated.

4 8 15 16 23 42