I'm working on my self-assessment for my annual performance review. I'd rather be pressing rusty nails through my palms.
My saving grace is that I will be done within an hour because I've kept detailed records of my work-related activities since 1996. I'd be done sooner except that my dear colleagues are popping up over the walls of my cube to ask me what they accomplished earlier this year.
I'm going to seriously need a chocolate sundae when this is done.