Complaining about Work You look really wiped out. I had meetings back to back all morning. Then the printer broke in the middle of putting together the Wix Soap presentation, and the phone rang off the hook from the minute I walked into the office. Not a good day. I hate to tell you that Mr. Emory wants to see the designs for the Polish Paste Ad tomorrow morning. I can't believe it! I guess I'll be here until ten again tonight!