For the first time this week, I made it to the office. Lewis is in daycare and things are back to normal. This has been a very tough week. Once again, I am sleep-deprived. But we have a ton going on at work today, and I need to be on top of my game.

So I bought a Redbull. And I drank it. AND I AM FIRED UP.

When you don’t really consume a lot of caffeine, a Redbull really does a number on you. I mean… I could probably lift a car over my head right now.

But instead, I have been putting out fires at work. We’re at the tail end of a large project, and one of our vendors did something questionable. I was livid. The issue itself is not their fault, but the way they handled it caused us to call their integrity and ethics into question. I was determined not to handle the situation the same way with our customer.

I rarely yell… but I definitely did today. I am typically a benevolent leader. Not today, sir! Boss-lady Carolyn came out. With my Redbull in my tank, I raised my voice and made my point, and everything is fine now.

Most days I feel like I just don’t care about work anymore. I’m too tired to be passionate, and Lewis is so much more important than anything that happens at work, so all the issues that come up at the office seem small in comparison, and I just don’t get riled up. I just… do my work without much emotion. Well… after this morning, I guess no one can say that I don’t care. Not even me. Redbull awoke the beast.

Phew.