According to the Guardian's cutesie little career profiler I am a stress loving mercenary mother hen. Now, pardon me while I entirely fail to realise how it's possible to only care about me and my job when "the people you work with are like your babies. Little children to be protected". Also, stress is rubbish. I'm not fond. Although the whole deadline/last minute thing is quite good I suppose. And I did all my university coursework at the last possible minute. Oh, hang on...