Tragedy

There are many tragedies in the modern workplace. Inoffensive, surface-level relationships. Unhealthy postures and repetitive motion problems. Grossly unequal power relationships. Waste in all forms. Restrictive food options/scheduling. Supressed tension. Very large butts.

But the greatest tragedy of all: Wasted email potential. If only I could write that next sentence that flows so easily from my brain to my keyboard. It's beautiful, poetry really. You would shit your pants from laughing. But I can't. Maybe my last week here. My generation has a new kind of brilliant writer. The majority of us are retarded when it comes to long reports or stories, but we are geniuses at the 1-3 sentence email game. (We really are! C'mon, don't tell me you never pat yourself on the back over some succinct email you sent to a list.)



I say goodbye to Francisco in 1.5 hours.