I came in early to plan for our new project. It’s a cold Monday morning: I had to match my suit with a slim-fit sweater instead of a waistcoat. As it rains, I hurriedly open my car and raise my umbrella to shield my black suit from the rain. I swiftly walk to the entrance and pull the door open. On my way to the office, I meet the janitor, “Good morning, Victoria”. “Good morning, sir”, she replies softly and continues to mop the floor. I steadily walk past her and head straight to my office. Stepping into the office, I move close to the window, sliding it open as I move close to my desk. On this computer exists a folder with drafts of ideas that emerge as I think about my Job. I usually write and make notes that I refer to as I plan. It’s easier that way as it saves me a lot of time. The planning procedure is gradual. Firstly, I formulate a draft, I share my draft with my colleague, and together, we make a final copy. We submit the work and wait for feedback. 

I start my day by checking emails. I carefully peruse through to see any important email that needs my urgent attention. Luckily, I didn’t come with my flask. I would be taking my morning coffee. I was rushing and couldn’t get a hold of my cup. Steadily, I check my creative folder to start my routine. It’s a thrill venturing into a new process: immersing my entire brain in a completely new space and adopting new strategies. “Good morning,” “You startled me…”I nervously reply with a smile. “what time is it?” “It’s t eight-thirty. I am thirty minutes late,” he states with concern. “I thought it was still seven.” “Are drafting?”He asks. “Yes, sir…”I admit enthusiastically. “What’s the ideal plan?” With fondness, he inclines to see. “Get your seat,” I speak firmly.

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