Things moved faster in Boston than they do in the real world. I arrived in the morning, having taken the red-eye from San Francisco. I dropped my bags at home and came into the office to start my first day at about 8 a.m. By 1 p.m., I’d had four versions of this conversation:
Them: Say, can you tackle this hour-long project?
Me: Sure. I’ll send it to you in an hour or so.
(Twenty minutes later)
Them: Hey, Maggie.
Them: Have you finished up that project? Can you email me your results?
Me: Actually, it’s only been twenty minutes since you asked me. I’m still in the middle of it.
Them: Oh… Well send it when you’ve got it, I guess.
Me: (blink blink)