And then you get to your desk and find a stack of things left by your manager, two long voicemail messages, and 35 pieces of email, most of which say something along the lines of "help! this is urgent! I'm swamped! delegate if you have to, just make this happen!"
If you need me, I'll be chained to my desk for the next 8 hours.
Dear Universe, please let it be sunny at lunchtime — I'm seriously going to need some time sitting in the sun midday to recharge.