Not being last

I wasn't expecting to go into work today, but it happens. I got a call from my boss just before 10am saying that Bogie wasn't feeling well, and could I come finish up for him. I said sure, and he said "Good. Throw on your tennis shoes and come on in. There's a TON of mail." Well, it is monday. Luckily, Bogie had finished all the presorted letter stuff, and I just had to do magazines and packages. I was last to leave, but it was 12:30, and I was pretty confident in my ability to be back before 5. Just after 3, Doug called to see where I was, and showed up about 30 seconds later to take one of my trays, which saved me about half an hour. And I was back at 4:15. And I was not last. And some of my coworkers who usually make it back HOURS before I do had only just gotten there. And I felt pretty darn good about it. I'm a little competitive. Being last is lame. I might never be first, because it takes forever to case my route, but I'm thankful for not being last sometimes :)