Hit the ground running is the cliche that aptly applies. Fresh from a 3-day sabbatical, still recovering from a holiday-lag, I find myself caught in the middle of a maelstorm of compres and storyboards. I hear the accounts boss shouting "We're going!" while everyone's still a-bitching. Typical.
So here I am, still in a mild state of catatonia as the clock ticks to an office exodus conclusion. Someone's playing the Brand New Heavies' first album.