I make a point of trying to clear my inbox before I leave the office in the evening. That way – in theory, at any rate – I can start the new day with a clean slate.
However, in the ongoing grudge match between Theory and Practice, Theory is taking a severe pounding. For some inexplicable reason, some people insist on sending me emails after hours so that my inbox is always clogged when I get to work the next morning.
Perhaps they expect me to be impressed by their apparent diligence, but I just find it annoying. And kind of sad. I mean, fuck, even if you don’t have a life, you can at least pretend that you do.
If you’re a vampire, then you should be out feeding on the blood of the living or touching up your sparkles or whatever. Your street cred may have been utterly destroyed by Stephenie Meyer, but really, you should not – I repeat, NOT – be hunched over your keyboard demanding project progress updates from me.