I had decided to take a hiatus — I should say ‘sabbatical’- but let’s be real.
I’m one of those people who likes to be precise when it comes to words.
It often gets me into trouble when say, texting — or even worse — tweeting.
I delete multiple tweets because the wording wasn’t quite right, and then I get a bunch of notifications that people have liked my deleted tweets.
Geez, this fact alone makes me wonder.
Who is sorting through the cyberspace recycling?
The uncle sighs. It was a nice, long lunch break, but he was starving and ended up eating a cheeseburger from Carl’s Junior when he knew he should have gotten something healthier, or at least not so debilitating in the middle of the day. And this training the new guy— the new millennial . . not terrible by any means, but the uncle is not used to having to explain every little detail. . .and he could have taken a nap, except no. Blast this training—all shades of green--new hire.
"All these young dudes. . . .” he thinks and sighs loudly.
“This. This is a tweet that someone deleted because she was hung up on semantics. . . but it did get likes. . . it goes in that bin. We can melt it down and use it again. But this? Well, this is just pure angst. We can’t do anything with that. Hey, Marv! Take this one out to the black hole."
Then he gets an idea.
"No, wait, why don't you go, sonny?"
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