Days Like This

I sent this email to my wife yesterday. I had plenty of time during my work day to compose the email.

I did everything I needed to do for the day by about 8:30. I did not have enough to do yesterday either.

Harpo* wants me to help Zeppo* with a hiring proposal, but Zeppo has not given me many specifics. Harpo does not want me to ask questions or find out what Zeppo wants or try to use my own experience to imagine what I would do. He just wants something simple, done without any real knowledge of the situation, the usual superficial slapdash get-something-done approach, even though I am not pressed for time.

It seems to me that there is a very high probability that Zeppo will perceive whatever I do in that case as crappy work.

So I do not have enough to do, and what I do have, I should do a lousy job and get it off my plate as quickly as possible so I can make myself look incompetent and then hurry right back to not having enough to do.

I hate days like this.

Groucho**

Every day at work is like a Dilbert strip, only usually not as funny.

*Not their real names. These are actually names of Marx Brothers.

**Not my real name either. Another Marx Brother.