And oh, yeah...this is what is going to happen. I race my ass off to get something to you Friday. I do everything promptly so this can be done quickly and respond to you again yesterday promptly....but no, you are going to fuck around. Probably we'll lose this week. By Monday it will become urgent, but by then we will have already lost a week of time because you fucked around. Because you have a misguided concept that it will only take a few days to get it out the door. Wrong.
Then everyone's timeframe fucks up...and when you are sweating on me to get this baby out the door, somehow it will all be MY fault you fucked me around until the last minute, whilst valuable time was ticking away.