I hear you on the sheaths
My inbox. I hate dealing with, and trying to keep track of, dozens of unrelated (and frequently contradictory) emails and information. My brain can only do one thing at a time. And people want to talk. About options, about pricing, about their kids, about everything. And they change their minds. I worry I'll make something they way they said they wanted it but changed their mind, or I'll read it wrong, or just forget about it. It's my goddamn inbox that keeps me up nights.
I think it's because I'm retarded. Jo says it's really not that bad...