Busy boy

Even though my life can lend itself to moments of glitz and glamour, there are days where I work a lot. A 10-hour day isn’t uncommon and it can last from Monday to Thursday. My friend S says I’m the only person who works more than he does. If he only knew how much I worked, he’d think I’m crazier than I think I already am.

A partial list of work activities from last week include:

- Writing a 40-plus-page summary report
- Finishing a client proposal (for a million dollar project)
- Presenting that proposal to the board
- Working on a last-minute event
- Going to an event (late night)
- Writing two articles (both got published)

There were also two dates, but they're not work-related, so they don't count.

And, I always manage to do everything. With all the juggling that occurs, no balls get dropped. That’s the sort of responsible person I am. That’s also the reason why I am a very busy boy. In fact, with all the hours I clock in, it’s a wonder how I ever make time for anyone else.

Maybe that’s why I only went on two dates and not three – the last one was rescheduled for this week.