Some days it's one meeting after another, line-ups at my door, no time for lunch (all week), asking one of the girls to grab me a sammidge on the way back from theirs, on the days I remember.
Some days it's ruining one really important meeting because the ones just before and just after took too much time and brainspace and the two hours I lost yesterday to my own inner melodrama cost me just a little too much in the efficiency room.
Some days one of the hotshots upstairs wanders by my desk and jumps into a conversation with "But it's GILA! Gila means it has to be great!" and suddenly makes the wheels turn a little smoother.
Some days one of the execs sit in on a presentation and take the time to take me aside and tell me that I am a good speaker by their standards, and that they would like to see more of me and my work.
Some days I barely have time to check work-related e-mail, sit down at my desk, see all the people I have to see, or breathe.
Some days I come home thinking, I might just be doing something worth my attention.
My ego, a force to be reckoned with, but with great diplomacy. ;)