There’s a moment, usually around 2:37 PM, when you start eyeing the coffee pot like it’s going to save your entire career. You’ve hit the wall. Your focus has gone out for a smoke break. Your to-do list still looks like it wants to fight you. So you shuffle over to the kitchen and pour another cup of hope, thinking maybe, just maybe, this second round of brown liquid will bring the magic back.
It doesn’t.