I love how unreachable I am to my colleagues on weekends. From 6pm Friday to 8am Monday, even if everything burns to the ground, I cannot be reached. Too busy indulging in all the vices that help me tolerate them for 5 days straight. No one is ruining that for me.
If I offer you a handshake and you tell me you’re a hugger, what do you think that info does for me? It’s practically useless. Today, you’re a handshaker.