It is inevitable that I end up investing way too much of my self-image (and physical energy) in my job. In the past two days I have

• lost at least a few hours of sleep worrying about how a story would be received
• overslept due to said restlessness
• sent two aggressively proactive emails about the nature of How We Do Business and Taking Responsibility and Catching Problems Before They Become Problems
• woken up early to obsessively check said story when it was published online, in my bathrobe, soon after which I
• ditched my coffee, threw on clothes, and bolted to work on my bike at 7:30 am with wet hair, no makeup, and unbrushed teeth to fix a mistake in a caption
• had two aggressively proactive conversations with my superiors about everything from Building Credibility with My Sources (and yes I did drop the “trifecta of being young and female and having no business background doesn’t exactly ingratiate me” line in regards to America’s most elite(ist) business school; sexism, taking it there) to What We Can Do to Mitigate the Serious Ass-Covering That Goes on Here to my favorite point of entry into a discussion, If Someone Needs to Take Responsibility Let’s Just Decide Now That It Is Me Because It’s Easier That Way
• received uniformly positive emails from people with an actual investment in said story

So basically, I have really dirty teeth and a whole bunch of hand right now. It doesn’t feel that great. I’d rather just be able to write in peace, but I suppose that will never happen.