Today was one of those work days that everyone has upon returning from an extended weekend. I walked in, saw that abominable red light on my phone, sighed, and hunkered down for a long day of checking voice mails and returning emails highlighted in bold. Which is really not all that terrible, since such days pass by much more quickly than those void of "New Message" popups and incessant call-center-like ringing.
It was all well and good until I did what I was supposed to do. I gathered the appropriate data. I put up with being pushed aside despite the fact that I had a deadline (albeit self-imposed) of 5 pm this evening. In fact, I was still gathering data at 4:20 this afternoon, when my great-grand-boss decided to have an impromptu meeting - with me at the helm, and no preparations in hand. Fabulous! Nevertheless, I toiled through it all and emerged victorious when I sent the data on its way with 7 minutes to spare.
NOT TWO MINUTES LATER, I received a frantic email begging for more explanation.
Do you really mean that your group will need an additional 2 million plus dollars in your budget? Do you understand that as operating costs grow we are trying to CUT BACK on corporate costs? Don't you know that money must be saved somewhere??
Yes, I understand. I know where you're coming from. But I'm just the messenger, and, after mentally formulating a politically correct response to you, it's now 5:03 and I am officially wiping my hands clean of this.
At least for today.
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