I was looking forward to a relatively quiet Friday, with just a few minor filings, perhaps some time to get my many overrun and ignored files better organized. Maybe take a long lunch.
You can stop laughing now.
One of the attorneys in our Corporate department needed a hand organizing his paperwork for a merger. He's a really nice guy, and I wasn't overly busy, so I volunteered to give him a hand for what was supposed to be "an hour or so".
Cue the theme to Gilligan's Island.
Let's just say I was grossly misinformed about the scale of the "help" that was needed. It wasn't malicious, just that things grew more complicated beyond all previous expectations once the client arrived. (Don't they always?)
All's well in the end. 6 hours of frazzled running around was just not quite how the day was planned. That'll show me for going into my day with a plan. Or hopes. Or dreams.