No, I Don’t Hate You

Howdy Friends!

You must know that I love you dearly. No, really.

Sure you’ve sent me emails. Maybe you’ve even called and left some sort of voicemail. What do I do? Nothing. I haven’t returned email. I’ve barely returned calls. Hell, I’ve even sent some of those calls straight to voicemail while I’m in meetings or in meetings, or in meetings (there’s a trend emerging here… – ed).

Think I could extend the common courtesy to reply? Do you suppose that I could even manage to initiate some sort of friendly communication on my own?

Nope.

I’ve been thinking about why I haven’t been that chatty lately. The crap Internet connection may play a part, but mostly the things I have to talk about with friends and family has been cranky, bitter, and frankly no fun to repeat. Cripes, I don’t even want to hear it again. How can anybody else?

I know. Folks want to hear it because they think that by talking about it I’ll start to feel better. To that I say, I feel better already! Thanks! Let’s talk about something else.

Expect a call.

– bob