Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for Jay having a month off to transition into partnership. His daily calls and emails are strewn with enthusiasm and purpose that will be valued assets moving forward. But what he seems oblivious to is that I’m working here! Besides running the business operations, I still need to maintain a threshold of billable hours. I could read every book, reference article and white paper he sends my way - if I just cut out sleep from my daily routine.

Case in point: last week, I was planning my day, balancing my weekly partner’s meeting with Jay  and a full day of meetings and deadlines. 8 a.m. my phone rings, Jay: ‘hey, it dumped last night, let’s hold our meeting at Solitude. It’s going to be huge.’ Me: Got a full slate today. Can’t.’ Jay: would it be  OK if we moved to this afternoon?’

This is a case of too much connectivity. During the day I was bombarded with tweets and updates as to just what I was missing. One particularly annoying tweet included photographic evidence: @jayride13: Noooo, you go first. No, you go. Ok, if you insist. Noon @ the tude! http://twitpic.com/2h1jo

I love  my work. But sometimes, it’s torture.