Ack. I'm training a new staff member today, and all I've done all day is talk, talk, talk. All you do to me is talk, talk, indeed. She's a quick study and very nice, which is helping a lot, but the big surprise is that I'm almost sick of the sound of my own voice. Imagine! It's a world gone mad.
By now she quite possibly feels the same.
So, I'm parched and all talked out and sucking down the water like it's about to be discontinued. I'm also aware of not overloading her with information, and frankly we're both starting to look like we're feeling the strain. I've just given her some time out, and now I'm taking one myself.
And yes, the irony that I'm relaxing by talking about myself, only this time in print, is not completely lost on me. Viva la ego!