I have taken work away from the office lately, which is something I have traditionally not done. I have stayed up into the early hours – drafting reports, proofing agreements, studying. I know, right? It’s the first job I’ve ever had that I can realistically switch up and call a career without looking like an idiot.

Last week I was speaking to my boss about taxes – capital gains, specifically – and I got to thinking: how on earth did I get here? I am so far out of my comfort zone that I may as well be covered with honey, sitting in a bee farm.

I told him I didn’t really understand the nuances of it. He said: that’s because you’re words, not numbers, and about that he was right.

I smiled. The Wife used to say that to me a lot too.

I didn’t hear what my boss said after that.