In the time it takes me to set my phone on my kitchen counter and pop my Thai food leftovers into the microwave, I’ve heard my phone buzz fifteen times. As in 1-5.
It’s a Wednesday night, and after spending a soul-sucking twelve hours at the office today, all I want to do is plop down with my pad Thai and fall asleep on the couch watching reruns of legal dramas—which, by the way, are about a thousand times more exciting than my actual life as an attorney. Instead, it looks like I have fifteen—no, make that sixteen—texts to deal with. And I’m hoping with every fiber of my being that this isn’t a work-related emergency. I’m not sure I can scrounge up the energy to deal with one more case file today.
Balancing my bowl in one hand, I snatch up my phone to see what’s worth sending sixteen tex
