Important stuff.

As ever, on the train.

Sat near this girl, who was incredibly busy and organized. She made phone call after phone call, checking that stuff had been done, that invoices had been received, that people knew she wouldn't be back in the office til friday, and she wasn't picking up e-mails as she was on a train.

Important stuff, letting them know, chasing them up.

Facts. facts, facts.

Then she put her phone away, and sucked her thumb for the rest of the journey.