Of office hours and missing socks

its funny how right when one is about to rejoice at the sudden lack of work in one's life, and has just managed to switch to the right frame of mind for getting off work early, has, in fact, already picked up one's bag and is in the process of lookin for one's shoes, one is ( to go back miles to where we originally were) cruelly presented by the malicious and inscrutable gods of Office Mysteries and Missing Socks with a whole new load of work, which not only effectively prevents one from leaving early but also, since it means you start a couple of hours late, results in you ending up staying longer hours in office on a saturday than you did all week. Another aspect of this newly unfolding and still mysterious universe are the inscrutable laws of work attraction. in a few words, since i'm currently too busy to have time for more, here it is: when you have no work, you are also not likely to get any, and when you're already overbooked, the rate of accretion of more work will be directly proportional to the amount by which you are already behind. if i had time to use a metaphor, it would be something along the lines of icebergs and 9/10s below... but have to go do another voiceover now.... and then the blissful testosterone smelling hour long bus journey home... aaah saturday!!