Later-day blogging

I forgot to mention earlier that Saturday is pedicure day. I love pedicure day.

Who here thinks it is unreasonable for a client to email me at 9 p.m. asking for a 9:30 a.m. conference call? I do. Who says I was even going to be there at 9:30 a.m. I had planned to not set my alarm, try to sleep in, take my time getting up, wander into work late whenever I feel like it, do nothing until 11:30, when I leave early for my lunch, return late, 1:30 or so, and start actual work at about 2 p.m.

Now granted it is my fault for checking email and forwarding it to the partner (who the client failed to copy so he never would have known) tonight which means I can't play dumb. I probably should have waited until the a.m. to forward the email - that way I could have claimed ignorance when I show up at 9:45. Frankly, I think the partner will agree with me, that we are not doing this call on a whim tomorrow morning, but just in case, I probably have to get there. Then again, nah. I am sticking to my original plan of moseying on in when I feel like it. The thing is - did the client really think I was going to set this up tonight? That's what I get for checking email - I like to know if I am in for anything in the morning, so I check it before I go to bed. And I check if first thing when I get up, cause I just have to know what came in during the night (I do mostly international work so I get a lot of stuff from other offices while I sleep).

What does all of this mean? It's time to 12 step the crackberry again. We admitted we were powerless over email, and that our lives had become unmanageable. What did people do before the Internet anyway?