Nicole Schnell wrote:
Dramatized version: 62 job-related emails (which could have been easily bundled into 3) and 9 phone calls later (ah, telemarketers, too!), I am worn out. I look at my watch: Oh, it's afternoon already. Where was I? What, that's all that I have written so far???!!? Oh great, overtime.
As soon as everybody has been helped, all questions have been answered and the appropriate abundance of niceties have been exchanged, everybody is happy and I finally get to do my own work.
We are communicating ourselves to death.
I finally get to do my job by the time that I am tired:
That's when it gets stressful.