So I am at work right now.  It’s 8:02.  And the whole reason I came in early is now officially over, before it even began.  We are interviewing a candidate for VP this morning who flew in, so my boss asked me to get in before 8 so I could have coffee going, pick up some danishes, etc.  I’m normally in at 9-9:10.  So I got up at the butt crack of dawn this morning and got in at 7:45am, made some coffee, put the cherry turnovers on a cute little plate, etc.  Then the guy comes in and he’s brought two Starbucks coffees!  So my entire reason for being here has been taken over.  Not that I really mind.  Honestly!  I mean, my job is really flexible, so if every once in a while I have to get up at the same time I did every day for two years, I can take it.  But it’s just funny because there really was absolutely nothing for me to do.  I didn’t even greet the guy at the door.  So it’s back to trying to look busy…