Imagine the following scenario…
You live the glamorous life of a work from home copywriter. Of course, the reality of that is if you’re sick, you work. Because if you don’t, you’re not getting paid. You’re doing your best to stay on top of your workload.
You’re working away in your small home office and suddenly, you must make a mad dash to the bathroom. You’re barefoot because you’re at home. In the hallway, as in the rest of the house, you have beige carpet. The lights are off in the hall…because you don’t work in the hall. As you make your barefoot mad dash, you step in a big, warm, liquid pile of dog vomit.
Oh, and it was only 10:30 am.