One of those days where you really don’t have job satisfaction. I wish I had a pair of ruby slippers (sparkly ones just like Dorothy) so I could hide in the washroom, click my heels and disappear back home for the rest of the day. Problem is they would notice my lack of taking calls. But, maybe a few short trips if I had a clone to handle the calls so no one would notice. I could train my clone to do everything I do, more or less. Seems like skipping work is becoming as much work as just sitting there and taking it. At least you get the feeling of joy when you leave, knowing you survived another day.