Sentences with phrase «time catching up on emails»

Again, I try to fit in some time catching up on emails and social media or tackling a DIY project.

I'm trying to pass the time catching up on emails, writing posts and reading books while I'm stuck indoors, staying warm.

Not exact matches

Are people spending an inordinate amount of time just catching up on email?

«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.»

«I find the period of quiet, before most of the world logs on, to be great time to catch up on news and reply to emails,» the Virgin Group founder writes in a post on Virgin.com.

During that time my ritual includes trying to catch up on my never - ending flow of emails and listening to Blinkist, a site that offers books transformed into 15 - minute audio snippets.»

For some, this may mean a quick workout before heading to the office and for others it could mean spending some time with their kids, reading the morning news or catching up on work - related emails.

«There's time to check your email or catch up on the news when someone else is driving.

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.

He adds, «I find the period of quiet, before most of the world logs on, to be great time to catch up on news and reply to emails.

there are precious few opportunities for the small business owner to actually take some time in the day to catch up on the news, email, industry information etc..

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.

Check the mail, emails, pour yourself a glass of wine, catch up on that show sitting in your Netflix Queue... the hour will be up in no time.

Your husband heads out of town for the weekend and you are sitting down by yourself for the first time (late in the day, around 3:30 pm), excited to enjoy a cup of coffee while catching up on email.

It's hard to convince myself to take care of myself in this way since I feel guilty that I'm not forcing myself to sit at the computer and catch up on work emails, but I've learned that I really need to take time out for me in order to be the best mom I can be.

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.

I scheduled times for meal planning, catching up on emails, reading to the kids and even relaxing (yes, I schedule time to relax.

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 is my «me» time and I usually take an hour or so to answer emails, catch up on a show and finish a blog post.

I'm finally caught up from being on vacation (kind of), emails are responded to, laundry is complete and I finally found some time to sit down and write a few posts.

Time to chill and sort out some blog posts then and catch up on comments and emails today, methinks.

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.

6:30 am: Grab coffee and catch up on the news for the day on CNN, The Skimm and The New York Times Morning Briefing email.

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).

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No matter how students record information, Miller rightly reminds us that though it might be «very easy to sit down and catch up on email» (p. 94) while students are taking notes, this is actually a critical time to be circulating among students to help them stay focused and troubleshoot.

Then the rest of my time is spent either writing, on book covers and editing (usually a back and forth with third parties), marketing, catching up on emails and any webinars / courses / podcasts I have signed up for.

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.

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.

Some full - time employees stay home one day a week, using naptimes to catch up on email, and put in a few hours working from home on the weekend to make up for the lost work day.

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.

Catch up on emails, watch a movie or just relax while waiting for a transfer or check - in time in the VIP Lounge.

This is awesome to people who want to stay connect on social media, or relax watching Netflix or Hulu in the air, or if you are like me, use it that time to focus on work and catching up on emails.

Having arrived just in time to register, I caught up on some emails before going to the opening «Soiree at the Summit» party.

We work in plenty of break time for catching up on email, returning phone calls, and decompressing.

This allows talent acquisition managers to step into the office and have time to catch up on administrative tasks before they meet you, making it less likely that they will be distracted by unanswered emails and other priorities for the week.

It seemed like the ideal time to catch up on my emails, messages, and Facebook notifications.

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.