George Smith’s Post

'Twas the shift before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a keyboard was clicking, not even a mouse. All members of staff, all the employees, Had just settled down for a pint of Baileys. No ducks in a row, no balls in the air, No needles to move, no circles to square. Surely nobody had emails to chase, Surely nobody would try to touch base. When somewhere in the darkness, a ding of pure dread, Subject line: URGENT; one email unread. What could they want? What could it be? What could be needed ASAP? "Hope this finds you well," the email did say, "Can you send that report by the close of play?" Of course, you would love to fulfil the request, But you've been drinking since 10 and far past your best. You could just pretend the email was missed, Blame it on Outlook, not the fact you were pissed. A problem for later, far beyond New Year's Day, Fall back on the sofa, just one thing to say... No emails, no meetings, No catch-ups, no calls, No deep dives, no updates, No feedback at all. From the top of the funnel, To the low-hanging fruit, Happy Christmas to all and let's leave each other alone till next year, shall we? ________________ That's quite enough nonsense for one year. Enjoy eating your bodyweight in Lindt balls. See you on the other side🎄