is why I do not like to take the day off of work.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore not being at work. Mahjobiscrappis, right? But if I take Monday off, it makes Tuesday four times harder to scrape myself out of bed and into an acceptable work attitude (a/k/a Snow White, as D and I call it). And today is Payroll Wednesday (not payday, that is on Tuesday, by which time the rigors of actually processing payroll have made me numb to actually enjoying the little blue scrap of paper that represents 85% of my current worth). So you know I really don’t want to have to go in to the office today.
There was once that commercial about herding cats (it was for a company that may or may not employ my husband). I can honestly say that doing payroll feels that way, but the cats have been lobotomized and there are 160 of them. On the bright side, our payroll provider has changed our rep – yes, that is seriously a good thing – and while it’s not the Uber Rep who helped set us up last year (drat!), I have hope that she will be helpful in dealing with my 10,000 problems. A day. (Perhaps there are 161 lobotomized cats after all).
I am well. I hope all is well with you, too.