It was as if the email
was written in a foreign language.
One I recognized—
alter ego? past life?
“agenda”
“objectives”
“niche”
“networking”
But that was before.
Before,
when I might actually
be in an elevator
giving a speech.
I tried not to giggle
at the corporate pretense.
“Why Grandmother, what big words you have!”
Was I ever really there?
Speaking in tongues that way?
There is so much more to say
out here in the fresh air
than there ever was back there
before I got leveraged.
• • •
ah – now that’s insight and hindsight blending together! here’s to giggling at corporate pretense! mrs G
tee hee hee
Brilliant post, Jen —
THANKS!