Thursday before Easter with a massive delivery due two weeks hence, my boss called a meeting for the two hundred of us working the thing. He said, “We’re really close. I know you all have family plans this weekend, but the team needs you to have your drafts due Monday. Don’t let each other down.”

I said, “So you’re saying that if we don’t work Good Friday we’ll get crucified?”

Room: groans across the board.

Me: “What? Too soon?”