My boss

The day of pain, this day, the fourth day in October, has all but dwindled before my eyes. They, my eyes, have counted the minutes by gently closing in sync with the sun. The sun chased by the rain still rules the clock off in the distance. The clock in my office however, screams aloud four-thirty, but it screams louder "Keep Working!" The work on my docket will not be done today, rather there is a bigger fish to fry. The frying, of my brain, which occurred on a long and cumbersome Saturday eve, has left residue not yet shaken. So I shake. Staring at the wall, I think to myself, "say something funny." I cannot. Drinking my nth cup of coffee at whatever time, I think, "read something." I realize I'd rather stare at the wall.
Exhaustion is prevailing in this lopsided match. I am tired. I do give in. Though a day off I do deserve, a day off I do not take.

Realization dances with me as I think to those I was with. They feel the same, I'm confident of that fact. So why do we do it? Can you answer? If you can, please don't. It would simply injure the insult that I currently feel.

I write this with visions of tomorrow circling my office. Tomorrow, that's when I will be funny again. That is where I will find my personality. Tomorrow I will get to it. Tomorrow it will be done. You do believe me right? You don't think that tomorrow, though refreshed, I would spend my time corresponding, via mixed mediums, to various homosapiens, while ignoring the urgent business on my desk. No sister! That work will surely be done by Wednesday, the day after tomorrow, for tomorrow I will have to catch up on today. Obviously you, nor any other logical being, could expect me to catch up on today, tomorrow. Tomorrow’s business will surely be a top priority and the business of the day before, Monday, will have to wait until Thursday.

Thursday!?, you say with such astonishment. To that I reply, but what about Wednesday. Is Wednesday not important? Has it become simply a day to kick to the curb and waste like the scraps from a restaurant? With Tuesday’s docket signed, sealed and sashayed, obviously I would move according to our linear philosophy of time and deal with Wednesday and Wednesday’s work on Wednesday. Not Tuesday since I am doing Tuesday’s work. Not Thursday since it hasn’t happened yet. Not Monday since it will be over. Wednesday is when I will do Wednesday’s work.

Well that brings us to Thursday and the work there of. Ahhhh Thursday, the beginning of the weekend to some, the end of the week to others, to me it’s simply the day after Wednesday. Nothing more than that. How could I justify giving one-day precedence over another? That is why today’s work will have to wait until Friday. If Thursday was more meaningful than Tuesday, then I guarantee I would have done Thursday’s work on Tuesday, which would have freed Thursday up for me to do today’s work. Sadly, that just isn’t the way it goes and today’s work will have to wait till Friday.

Obviously you can see the importance the work of today is to not only the company, but also, me the employee. Though I do not feel up to par, I came to work to deal with today’s problem. You can see that I have sacrificed of myself a lot and despite feeling awful have successfully managed the work of today. That is why I am confident you will be understanding and allow me to have Friday off. Yes it is a fact that I deserve it. Yes it is a fact that I have weathered today’s storm for you, my employer. And finally, yes I will do Friday’s work, on Monday.

Sincerely,

Orpheous Roy