Today I returned to work after a sick day. I sat there, plowing through the inevitable backlog of emails, frustrated at a department decision to implement yet another major change, which means I can expect yet another interminable period of constant confusion at which I will be at the center, glad I'd updated my resume.
While I was in a funk, I checked my voice mail, jotting down each message on a pad. Suddenly there was SP's voice, singing "Video Killed the Radio Star."
Sometimes, you need that. You need a little SP singing off-key, forgetting the words, on your voice mail. Just because.