He: All that work went unnoticed.

She: Well, she didn’t say that.

He: No, she did by not saying it. She asked me “Why hadn’t I had a day off?” I said there was so much work. “What’s taking so much of your time?” She doesn’t get it that this isn’t my priority. I mean, she get’s it but she doesn’t get it, you know? When I started telling her what I did during the day, it feels minuscule. Like, what did I do with all that time? Did this little last take that long? Well, it’s ethereal. There’s so many moving parts to this job. Time gets swallowed up.

She: Yup, I get that.

He: I need to make better use of my time. I need to have a grasp on where I put my attention during the day, so I’m not being tumbled around.

She: How are you going to do that?

He sighs. 

He: Bob from my meetings tells me it starts with awareness.


He: My biggest fear is that I’m working hard not smart, like my mom would.

She: Well, now you’re aware of it.