Got a couple of nice emails about yesterday’s post, but if I may, I’d like to offer you two cautionary explicitisms:
1. Should you take the advice to heart and decide to hold such end-of-day recaps, resist the urge to start a round of wincingly-fake clapping at the end of each story. They see through it. Can’t you?
2. Perhaps you read yesterday’s post and thought, quite eloquently, "[Your expletive of choice] Morale! They can get [expletive] morale at home! If they want [expletive thricely] feelings, they oughta go work for the [once more for a frequency of four] Red Cross!"
Did that sentiment cross your mind or your mouth? Yeah?
Well, you’re an idiot.
But do let me know how it works out for you.
Thankee.
Idiots abound. I love it. If we could only trip them up… I wish more people in high places would read your blog and actually let the content sink in. BTW, you know, I’m sure, that working for the Red Cross is not necessarily good for morale. It’s really hard work.
At least the Red Cross understands. (one hopes)