01.13.09
An Open Letter to Our Operations Manager
Now, Liz, don't get me wrong. You're an incredible company manager and
probably the only person around here who knows what's going on 100
percent of the time. No one's arguing about that. But we have to talk
about your desk. Simply, it is the Land of the Lost. One of these days
I expect to find clippings of newspapers from the 1800s underneath
those bags from Trader Joe's that you keep underneath it. (Lord, I hope
there's nothing perishable in there.)
Didn't we all take a few
hours before Winter Break to generally clean our desk areas after the
craziness and mishegoss of Holiday '08? I mean, even Lindsay cleaned
her desk (and looks like she's kept it up)! But, like Pigpen, seconds
after it was clean, every loose paper, teabag, magazine, purse, coffee
mug and tchotchke found its way to your desk. This is no way to be. As
Jewel so fortuitously sang, "Who will save your desk, if you won't save
your own?" At least, I think that's what she said.
Anyway, think about it.
Love,
Anon.
