I’m in on online meeting. 10 people are in Redmond, I’m here, they’ve forgotten to turn the switch on that lets ME interact and CONTRIBUTE to the meeting. I decided –this time–to not remind anyone this time.
Something is very, very wrong here. Because I don’t give a flying you-know-what about how many Facebook “likes” Michael’s OneNote blog has gotten (though I do adore Michael) or how often Joannie interrupts everyone since everything she does having to do with poetry is so much more important than everything elese, or how the Ultimate Tool, Louis (manager), is just a turnkey for the rest of the greasyt middle management.
Then again, I’m happy to have a job with a stable company that will probably never go out of business (but will also never be beloved by its customers).
Crabby was beloved. Now she’s dead.
I think I need some X.