Chapter 5
MickyMonday morning started with its usual harried intensity. I woke up early to prepare for a 6:00 a.m. conference call and then headed into the office.
My company planned to launch a new document management software and mobile application at the annual conference for our sales team and distribution partners in Paris. Between the early morning calls with French colleagues in the corporate office and the meetings with my creative agency on the West Coast, U worked from six in the morning to eight at night practically every day.
By noon, it already felt like Tuesday.
"Is it me, or does it feel like we're constantly cramming two days of work into one?" Taryn asked, walking into my office and sinking into a chair.
"Maybe just consider it living life to its fullest?" I responded
