I received an email from a vendor organisation. Very clever branding email, I thought: they proclaimed a “Sad Day” was with us [read: click-bait to make you clickety-click].
I went for dinner with a colleague after work and before the weekend. Felt like a nice friend.
I received an email from a vendor. Very clever management email, I thought: he proclaimed an “opportunity” for me to help create a shared utility [read: hard work to convince others of the gain].
I went for sport after work. Felt like super-woman.
I’d emailed the vendor to ask for help about a shared utility. I’d reached to that vendor because I’d been working with him on and off for about 5 years: I know him to be experienced, professional, prompt, correct. I know him to be a good facilitator, I know him to be a good hustler, I know him to be prepared, I know him to be kind with his time, I “know” him … I’ve never actually met him: softly-spoken, I imagine him to be well-presented: a mix between technological and artistic stereotypes. Somehow this all adds up to a David Baddiel look-alike.
I went for sport after work. Felt like I’d rejuvenated myself.
I’d emailed alllll dayyyy lonnnnng.
I went for sport in the evening. The vendor died.