An email to my manager

To:    the Tulip
From:  Sam
Re:  All Hands

Now that was plain unnecessary.

I expect that, as you’re an observant person, you noticed I left the All Hands meeting early last Friday.  Actually, I shouldn’t say “left.”  It was more like “driven out.”

I may have mentioned before that I have hearing damage, and noises that are too loud cause me physical pain because of the damage.  When the emcee/umpire turned up the volume on his mike and started shouting at the beginning of the tricycle race, I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with the racket.  I couldn’t stand to be within a floor of it.  All I could do is to go away and hope my head will quit hurting eventually.  (And that’s quite leaving aside why management persists in believing that such buffoonery should be included in the meeting.  The notion that people who behave publicly as though they’ve taken leave of their wits and their sense should be amusing is beyond me.)

I don’t much like going to the All Hands anyhow; large and elongated meetings give me the itch.  But if I’m going to be required to go, I’d rather not be run off forcibly once I’m there.

Sam

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