Kevin is working swing shift this month. He’s been putting in long hours and working hard on a bunch of time sensitive projects. His day starts at 2pm and usually ends sometime after midnight. This this afternoon, at 1:30pm his pager went off with a message for him to call into work.

Now Kevin, being the sweet, optomistic person he is, immediately thought it was his boss telling him not to come in and take the day off.

Myself, however, being a realist (aka pessimist) immediately jumped to the conclusion that something had gone so horribly wrong that they couldn’t even wait 30 minutes for him to get there.

It’s now 1:45pm. Kevin is at work.

I don’t know whether to be pleased for calling it right or despondent. The tool broke and it looks like a working weekend for Kev. Sigh. At least the sun’s still shining and the kid went down for her nap lickity-split so all is not lost!

Hope your friday is more sweet than sour…..