First client of the day SAID he was gonna leave his crap in my mailbox last night, cause he "just found out" he had to leave for Scotland Monday morning. I still haven't seen him. I hate mornings. I hate working on Saturday. Other than that, everything is entirely great.
I just got a text from somebody, no idea who: "The cops are after you for working so much. Look outside."
Sure enough, they have somebody pulled over in my parking lot. I am smiling. I hope they have donuts.