It happens with every day-before-a-holiday. I come to work, like everyone else, with a glimmer of hope that somewhere along the course of the day, an email will land in my inbox that announces, "Our offices will be closing at 3 pm today." As the day goes on, and the email doesn't come, the hope diminishes but doesn't quite vanish until we hit about 4:30 and I know I'm a hopeless case.
I don't know why I even start to hope anymore. Maybe because that email has arrived in every other company inbox I've ever had. Even the one I had in hardcore, ruthless New York City.