You Can Never Escape

Lately, when I’ve been out of town, the folks back at the shop have been fairly easy on me with the emails – especially after I freaked out on them when I received 121 emails during a half hour meeting in Chicago. But not this time! Jesus christ stop copying me on everything! Do I need to know that you just had a meeting and it went well? Do I need to know that you changed the word “an” to “the” in the copy of a new site? Why don’t you send me a note when you’re going out to lunch and let me know what you get. I need a drink. The mini-bar is calling my name. Scotch, scotch, scotch.