Trying to manage without the team’s heartbeat

YOU climb out of bed in the morning to survey the trail of destruction already zig-zagging to the half-open front door. You summon the courage to slowly peel open another credit card bill.

You remember that favour you promised to do for a friend today. Pulling at your pyjamas leg, you suspect the universe may be hinting heavily at a return to bed.

Then you take a call and afterwards you’re just glad you still have a full team.