Home. Work.

I don’t like bringing work home. But it happens.  

I was working on a presentation, at the phase where I was literally just copying and pasting from one document to another, when Tate walked in the room. “Are you working?” “Yes.” “I’m just going to watch you for a little bit.” I copied. I pasted. “That’s all you do?” he asked. “Well, it’s not all I do…” “That’s boring.” He walked right back out the door. I think I’ve inspired him to pursue a career in communication.