I just sent the dreaded email asking permission to go to bed. Dreaded partly because I know whoever I'm sending it to is going to be up way later than me, and partly because it seems so ridiculous. But it's better than the alternatives of either staying up waiting, or going to bed and finding out the next morning that someone sent me an urgent email ten minutes later.
I don't mean to complain about my job. I like my job. I am grateful to have my job. But the 24/7 availability is a bitch.
Sunday, 9 January 2011
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