This week/weekend was filled with work, work and more work and the week ahead isn’t looking too different.
If you’ve been following me for a while, you know that the only thing I hate more than moving itself is packing. When I was apartment hunting this time around, I was really looking for a place that I could see myself staying in for no less than two years.
If you’re like me and trying to manage a full time job with one or two side passions and projects, your time to actually sit down and do the work is few and very precious. You have to make every moment count if you’re going to use it to effectively get things done.
The other day, a co-worker and myself were in the elevator heading back up to the office and questioned: why DO we call them the dog days of summer? What does that even mean?