Well, I worked 8 hours yesterday. It was pretty horrible, but I made it. First off, it was time to do payroll. I tidied up my desk and took care of everything I had left over. Maureen arrived at 10 and proceeded to help me straighten up the bookkeeping from 2009. She has a certain way she wants it done and she demonstrated for more than two hours. She was pretty upset when I said I had to go to lunch. I said I was pre-diabetic and had to eat. And that I couldn't work for more than four hours without a break--and I didn't think she should either. She said she does it every day and it's better than going home without finishing the work. I said there is always more work to do, it's never done. And I left. The first place I went was closed, with a sign on the door we are in the back catering. Don't restaurant owners know how much that pisses me off? A great way to alienate customers. The second place was too crowded, so I walked across the street (in the heat) and had an okay lunch, reading my iPhone. I was able to get back in a little less than an hour and soon it was my turn to see if I could remember all the steps to reconciling her way. She seemed pleased, but I have to do it on my own today. Plus some of the work I didn't get done yesterday because I was doing this. About 3 o'clock in the afternoon, there are screaming children watching cartoons on TV and it's incredibly hot with the door to my office closed. I turned up my music and tried to be productive. Left a little before 5, feeling pretty good about myself.

Picked Ray up at HQ, where he was filling in for me. Went home and worked on supper some. The trouble with working till 5 is there is not much left of the day. After supper, watched TV. Fell asleep about 9.