Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Monday, September 14, 2015
"I feel like it should be five," my co-worker says lackadaisically at around three in the afternoon. I've been up to my neck in work all day, and the prospect of the day being over, with so much left to do, fills me with dread.
"No," I say, firmly, fixing her with my sternest look. When she demurs, I cut her short, announcing, "I have no time to defer to your schedule."