Friday Fight Club
Everyone, listen up.
The first rule of Fight Club is that if you need us on a Friday, NO YOU DON’T.
Someone who I very much try not to engage with, opted to engage with us on Friday afternoon.
Like, my whole team got caught in an absolute volcano of inanity.
You know how some meetings could have been an email? This entire Teams eruption should have been a meeting.
I commend my staff for not reaching through the screen and squelching the misinformation with their bare hands.
Also the fact that I got cc’d into it meant I wasn’t doing anything more valuable with that time.
Mis/dis information seems to be the theme of the week.
I have been watching all the MAGAs either claim Taylor Swift as their own or try to burn her at the stake over the new album.
Either way, the bullshit is breathtaking.
Speaking of bullshit, or lack thereof, my social media cleanse has been most beneficial.
I normally would have posted that C’s favorite play, “Jagged Little Pill,” is coming to the Broward Center. And then sat back to watch an absolute litany of insults about myself because of it.
Perhaps she’ll be simply be happy with the writing prompt and retweet old insults instead of retyping them.
Either way, ain’t none of my business. And I love it that way.