An Open Letter to AT & T
Dear Corporate Bastards,
Picture yourself climbing, pushing your physical limits, reaching, reaching, until you finally reach the peak of a shear rock face. You survey the incredible scenery around you and think..."I wonder how my friend Joe is doing?"
No...we don't think so.
In fact, we seriously doubt the majority of rock climbers are upset about the limited availability of pay phones in the Rocky Mountains. Sometimes the whole point of such endeavors is to work as a close team with another person (who is actually there), or to be alone. Is that comprehensible to you?
Do you know why people go to the beach? Ahhh, we're not sure, but we don't think it's to do office work. Is making pie charts or writing memos supposed to be more enjoyable from the beach? Wouldn't it just make the beach less enjoyable?
"Have you ever been in inescapable reach of your work or other people you don't want to talk to? You will." But who wants to?
Some mid-level manager or office paper pusher is not that excited about their job to be in contact with it 24 hours a day. Besides, what is the big need? "Bob, the copier isn't collating! We need you right away!" Who came up with the idea that people should sacrifice lives to jobs anyway? If there is any way to avoid your vision of the future without sicking the Unabomber on your connective ass, please let us know.
But don't expect to get in touch with us via beepers, faxes, wrist telephones or ATM machines. We're ignoring you as hard as we can.
Sincerely,
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Ah Meester Bom-bas-teak
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