When I was a kid, it was fun to get mail. Now, not so much. My mailbox at home is a receptacle for junk mail, various solicitations for services I will never need, and bills. Office mail is not much more fun. Each day I look through the stack and separate them into 3 categories. Important stuff Garbagio Not sure The latter category is the most vexing. Some stuff is cleverly designed to appear important when, in reality it is drivel and nonsense. We’ve all seen this stuff. Sometimes, the envelope will include a teaser label, such as ‘Time Sensitive Material’, or ‘Signature Required’. Once I have been duped to open up the envelope, I’ve lost the game. Then, I am forced to scan the printed page as fast as my retinas can process the image with the hope that in a few nanoseconds I can send the page sailing into the waste bin. Sometimes, however, even after reading the entire page, I simply can’t determine if the document merits calling an office meeting to discuss th
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