At the end of the week, as the work day starts to wind down, I’m working to finish up, get everyone their final bits to be done for the day. I’ve been heads-down for hours, door shut, putting together the dreaded weekend lists for everyone to finish up over the weekend.
There’s a soft knock at the door and I try to ignore it. But the knocking comes again, this time louder. I mumble something resembling “come in,” hoping that whomever is on the other side of the door will take the hint and go away. Nothing happens. I grin to myself, thinking I succeeded, then the knock again. Now I’m getting annoyed. “Come in!” is all I can get out, with an expletive or two under my breath afterward.