Today I'm working through a pagination issue with one of our graphic designers when
the clock strickes noon. The guy stops mid-sentence, mumbles the word
"LUNCH," and rides off with the intern on the back of a purple
It's not like I'm a workaholic. If there's work to be done at the end of the day, and I know I can finish it tomorrow, I'll do that. But if there's a sentence to be finished at the end of the morning--call me type A--but I'll just go balls out and finish it before I eat.