This blogging gig sucks. The publisher, Gail, is up my ass about this March Madness thing. Says we have to follow through even though it was Colin's stupid idea. Everyone knows that booze is the only thing you need to survive busy season; not sure why we have to go through all the trouble.
The tech guy, Stonewall, is helping out though, so I guess we'll just try to get through the Elite Eight.
But seriously, just keep some hooch in your drawer at work like me. If you need anything else — including more than 4 hours of sleep a night — to power through busy season, then I don't want you on my team.
Email is waste of my time. I usually ignore those that aren't worth my energy for a few hours just to mess with people and then get my assistant to answer them. My Smartphone is with me at all times and it can communicate in direct or subtle ways. Sometimes I have to send passive-aggressive texts to keep my point across and other times like to leave it in plain view on my desk or a conference table just so people know I could be expecting an important text or call at any moment because, really, that's just how things are. I can't help it if I'm busy and people seek my counsel on pretty much everything. They need me to be plugged in.
They want to turn this one over quick, so you have 24 hours to vote. I'll be watching opening day baseball in my office with a couple fingers of scotch if you need me.
