Max sat back and rubbed his eyes. After a minute of weighing the benefits of his computer crashing right then, he glanced at the clock.
10 PM. Eight freaking hours doing this.
Groaning, he turned his attention back to his computer and the lines of code he’d been going through. At some point, he knew he’d have to make a change. While being in business for himself was a dream, he missed having people sorting through what tasks he was assigned. He’d taken for granted having people sort clients into workable and non-workable piles.
Sighing, he decided guidelines were needed.