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.