An e-mail just won’t write itself.
For an hour I’ve wrestled with the words. Sometimes they sound pretentious. Sometimes they sound condescending.
And it’s not even an important e-mail. It’s just a response on a mailing list. I want to offer my perspective on the subject at hand. Even though I know the point I want to make, it’s finding the right words to convey that point that seems elusive.
I’ve tried a Guinness break. I’ve tried an ice cream break. I’ve tried a cat break.
I admit, I’m preoccupied. One of my employees was distraught today, and I was concerned about that. I’m still concerned, several hours later. I think tomorrow I may counsel some time off through the weekend. Her well-being–the well-being of any of my staff–matters a great deal to me. Some might say I care too much about my staff, but I think it’s basic–I want my staff to be happy. Perhaps work can be a place where the worries of life simply don’t intrude for four or eight hours.
I’ll take another crack at that e-mail.
Now, this looks bloody interesting–audio dramas based upon Space: 1889. I’ve never played the role-playing game, though I remember seeing the books in Wizards of the Coast several times and giving them a once-over.