I am not, in our family, the bringer of bacon, winner of bread. That duty falls on my wife. Even before I was a stay at home father, taking care of a couple of tiny monsters, my wife FAR outperformed me financially. This was due to a combination of hard work (I used to be VERY lazy), an incredible education (I have two degrees, but none of them make me a doctor) and a dedication to willpower in every aspect of her life beyond anything I’ve ever seen. My wife is, for all intents and purposes, one of the greatest people I’ve ever known. Full stop. Don’t tell her I said that. She’ll get an ego.
So, your office is working on a document. Let’s say it’s a newsletter. You’re working on a newsletter to talk to your clients about what you’ve been up to, what you’re going to be up to and what you’re offering them. The usual. The “newsletter team” consists of a person who generates some content and the person who puts all that content together and makes it look pretty. Great. So you put the newsletter together but because you work in a “normal” office it has to then get approved by some top of the food chain type executive who had very little input into what the content should be and how it should be arranged, but has to then approve the final product, which is obviously a REALLY great idea.