Sentences with phrase «get caught up on my emails»

Burns uses early morning hours to get caught up on emails, getting up at 5:15 a.m. and sometimes working until midnight, according to Yahoo Finance.

I work from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. three days a week with the door closed, getting caught up on email or putting together a presentation.

I will try and get caught up on my emails in the morning.

I'll get caught up on email, edit photos, organize my editorial calendar for the week — all the while, usually with a face mask on and House of Cards playing in the background.

I also got all the laundry done, listed quite a few more things on Poshmark (shop my closet here) and got caught up on all emails!

Now that we are back from our road trip, I'm working on getting caught up on email, projects, and feeling like I even know what day it is... lol!

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After getting up at 5 a.m., the founder of Virgin Group said, he catches up on the news, replies to emails, organizes his day, and exercises, Inc. reports.

«I explained how for the past couple of years I've kept Wednesdays clear on my calendar, usually worked from home, and used it as design / writing / solo - thinking time because the other four days get consumed with collaboration,» Schweikardt explained to the board, but lately «the collaboration days had gotten so busy, that Wednesdays had turned to email and administrivia catch - up days.»

It's so easy to get caught up in answering emails and working on individual projects, so if you set a specific time to work with a team member on something, you can both plan your days around it and use that scheduled time productively.

«Netflix has gotten caught up in the broader technology downdraft, but there's nothing we've seen that causes us to have any concern on company fundamentals,» Olson said in an email.

I wake up at 4 a.m. and am in the office by 5 a.m., which means I have gotten ahead of my emails, communicated with board members and clients on the East Coast and in Europe, and caught up on the news before most people have had their first cup of coffee.

1 p.m. I head over to Morandi in the West Village to get an outdoor table and catch up on calls and emails.

These questions are deliberately open - ended... as I need you guys to carry the conversation for the next day while I catch up on email and continue to get reacquainted with my neti pot.

It has been a CRAZY couple of months for Team Fit Foodie and this is one of the first days in a long time that Lee and I have been able to sit down, get caught up on writing and emails, and actually brainstorm fresh and new ideas for the year.

So I decided to get up, take a slow morning to catch up on emails, watched the snow fall outside, picked up my little doggie, worked out and then proceeded to crash around 5:30 pm.

I will email you soon; need to get caught up on work (i work from home).

I was thinking about all the things I could get done in that time - the many emails I needed to catch up on, lots of endless cleaning, painting of trim, unpacking the last boxes, washing those white floors, woodstacking and more.

«You're not going to get on Twitter, you're not going to do any emailing, you're not going to get to the web,» said Tedisco, who admitted, tongue in cheek, that he would not mind catching up on episodes of the TV show «Better Call Saul.»

She currently works three days a week at the clinic and then uses the rest of her time to «set up meetings in the area to get my name out there, do patient research, catch up on emails, prepare presentations, schedule social media posts, and more!»

This outfit did me well as I dashed from coffee meetings at the Covent Garden hotel, to the streets of Soho (this outfit actually got a lot of attention which is always an amusing and overwhelming aspect of fashion week), to the Apartment to trade tales with my blogging friends, catch up on work and emails, and to get a moments rest before the afternoon and evenings events kicked off.

I also use Mondays to catch up on the week before and to try to get ahead for the upcoming week but usually fall into the black hole of emails around midday.

Sunday nights have also become the time where I catch up on «life» -LCB- aka, my overflowing inboxes, work emails, this «ole blog and those pesky things like laundry and planning for the week -RCB-, which gets me into work mode for the week a little sooner than it used to.

I'm putting my house back together, catching up on email, and blog posts and getting ready for the Easter holiday.

I just got back from an epic weekend in the Hamptons with the Romio app, so I am taking today to catch up on all my emails and get my life in order.

I get to work at about 8:15 and catch up on emails.

With all this quality entertainment and countless emails / blogs / texts you need to catch up on, it's no wonder downtime feels like a second job leaving little time to relax (much less getting your actual homework / errands / housework done).

I spent most of my morning getting caught up on all of the emails I missed while I was out on break and then started to plan the rest of my week!

I actually like Mondays because they are my most productive days catching up on emails and getting stuff done.

I got back from London late last night and I definitely need to spend the next day or two catching up on emails and sleep.

Hello good morning I have been on many site trying to find a wife with no success the only things I find is a lot of scammer from Africa and Nigeria It all-wise start like this hi I have read your profile and it catch my attention I would like to get to know you better send your email I don't be in this site all the time or I have something important to discuss at the end of it all the end up try to get you to send them money To tell you the truth I don't believe I would ever find a wife on a dating site

I finally get to do some laundry and catch up on personal emails.

That meant that we got to test it out as an email device, something to follow Twitter with and, most importantly, a way to catch up on some of the TV we don't have time for when we're well.

Getting online to check email, catch up on events, and make money wasn't a luxury anyone had.

By the time I get to my destination, I've checked email, read the news, and feel «caught up» on everything to start my day.

When your fur baby can't see because he has hair in his eyes, but you have kids to drive to school and practice, work emails to catch up on and grocery shopping to do... let Rover come get him or her!

Trying to get caught up on all the emails from #GlobalPetExpo.

We have put time and thought into the area, creating the perfect environment to catch up with an old friend or get ahead on emails.

It will save you money keeping in touch — get in contact with family via video chat, you can research the destination while you are on holidays like things to do, how the weather will be tomorrow, catch up on important emails, or you can simply watch videos in a quiet night in in your accommodation.

Part of that is just taking care of all our equipment and catching up on emails, but the fun part is checking out the new press coverage and following up with all the great fans we got to meet face to face.

First Reference Returning from parental leave and accommodating family status After 20 weeks of parental leave, I'm back in front of my computer, checking my email, catching up on workplace changes, putting together a schedule, recalling whether we use the serial comma (only when necessary) and generally getting back into the swing of things.

The iPad's battery life was enough to get through a typical workday of using it to read news articles, catch up on email, and browse Facebook.

Got sand - bagged while catching up on emails!

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.