What a difference a Dave makes

Yesterday

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.

Last Tuesday

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.

Last Monday

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.

Last Thursday

I’d emailed alllll dayyyy lonnnnng.

I went for sport in the evening.  The vendor died.

What a difference a Dave makes.