It finally happened...The daily e-mail chain that I've relied on to get through the last few years of work came to a screeching end this week. Long time contributor (and a guy who's contributions around this blog attributed to, like, 3 posts) the Maestro up and quit his old job, which was apparently a joke, and got some new hot shot job where, amongst other things, he's worried about making a good impression and doing work related things that don't include tweeting and emailing his friends all day long. Suffice to say, I just don't get it.
In honor of one of the great work email chain era's of all time I thought I'd share with you his hilarious out of office message he left from his old work on his last day (I've blanked out the actual contact info):
From: The Maestro
Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2012 3:19 PM
To: CW
Subject: Out of Office:Hi Friends-As you may have realized, I've basically been using this as my personal email for the past year or two, but now I officially no longer work at (Workplace he hated omitted), and don't know when they're gonna shut this off.You can reach me at my personal email at (xxxxxxxxxxxxx). In the unlikely event that its work related, please contact (xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx) in my absence.Thanks,Maestro
Cracked me up. Works on so many levels. One last laugh for us on the email chain when we received it, one gigantic FU to his former workplace (those two lines, "I've basically been using this as my personal email," and "In the unlikely event that this is work related," are absolute classics). Brilliant.
But needless to say, I'm having a hard time adjusting, and frankly, I have no idea where to send humorous or interesting tidbits and links throughout the day. Like just yesterday I found a hilarious column I thought he'd enjoy, didn't know where to send it. Sent it to his personal address knowing that he presumably wouldn't see if for hours and wouldn't comment back. It was depressing. I think Red in The Shawshank Redemption summed up my lament best:
"Sometimes it makes me sad, though... Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend"Here's to the Maestro, a once great work e-mail contributor.
