Self-promoting hubris

Or hubristic self-promotion? I know everyone is dying to read about MY life, what I am, all about my ever-so-exciting days, my plans for the future, my ruminations on the past. But right now I am plugging through eight(8) documents that I have to (re) do for a partner who thinks I am jest a little daft, and am already running behind. What can one do. Not much, just go along.