Mail is supposed to arrive early on Wednesdays, and to not be much.
It's not here yet, and that doesn't bode well about the amount.
Shit, it needed to be early. There is a thing at the school of my oldest I wanted to attend in the afternoon. If that mail is not here within half an hour I can forget about that. In fact, I guess I can already forget about it.
I hate my job now and then, really hate it.