Stuff On My Chair. I. HATE. SOMC. H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8!!!!!
It's Friday. For some reason, chaos always erupts on Fridays, especially in the mid-afternoon. It's more certain than Death, Taxes and the Sun rising in the East.
My e-mail inbox has 211 new messages since 6 PM last night. All in the same case. All from within the firm.
There is nothing on my calendar today. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
It's going to be a long day...