April First., I hate it

This the one day in the year when otherwise perfectly sensible people think it OK to interrupt your day and waste your time with sophomoric jokes. If you happen to have a large family as I do it is almost guaranteed to get calls, emails and experience various creative ways to play this game throughout the day. From your mother is pregnant to my cat got run over by a car to we won the lottery. Un-friggin-believable.

It isn't that I have no sense of humor. I love a good joke as much as anyone. I simply object to a workday filled with unnecessary interruptions that dislocate your train of thought and get in the way of getting your work done. When your father in law decides to call you because he is going to get you with a good one you can't just blow him off. So there goes a half hour on the phone. Because, you know, I just sit in front of a computer all day.

That said, I've learned it is virtually impossible to control others. No calls. Don't click on any links. This too shall pass.