This meeting should’ve been an email…
Fair enough. But this email should’ve been written on a piece of yellowed parchment, or better yet, crinkled papyrus. And delivered to the recipients not by Pony express or boomerang, but from atop an upturned milk crate in a public square. It should’ve been read aloud to all who’d listen. CCs, BCCs. Regular people are interested in your Q1 goals and premature Q4 reports.
I still remember when email still had a hyphen, when people knew what the “e” stood for. When many folks, still learning the ropes of new technology, devised a plan to print out their letters and stick them into open outlets, hoping the information would transfer through the walls and into the computer in the next room.
This is an announcement not a meeting. Somewhere a town crier just stopped crying.
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