A question of time.
Day two of no coffee. I have roughly one million too much work today and one million too many meetings and one trillion phone calls and emails to make-and you must know how I feel about phones at this stage.
However, before I shoot off into town to throttle a PR gal with my bare hands, I would like to pose a question, two in fact.
At what time do you consider going to bed 'late'?
And, At what time do you consider getting up 'early?'.
However, before I shoot off into town to throttle a PR gal with my bare hands, I would like to pose a question, two in fact.
At what time do you consider going to bed 'late'?
And, At what time do you consider getting up 'early?'.
Labels: Fatcats don't like water.

