I would hate to work somewhere important. The 60+ emails that had stacked up after 4 days away were not urgent. It’s great.
I don’t know how new parents cope with working full time. They are amazing. I can’t remember what I’ve done at work one week to the next. Sometimes I can’t even recognise my own handwritten notes. (When did I write these? Why aren’t they dated? Who the hell is Fernando?!)
Ooh, have to go. I have 11 emails from my co-workers asking me to do very specific tasks that do not require a creative thought on my part. Bliss.