few years ago when i was physically working at the office, before all these babies were born, and before the best ever coworker-friend quit on us, we used to have these weekly department meetings. their purpose was to design a new data specification document. we called these meetings evenings with the costanzas. we would loudly talk all at once and passionately argue the design of all these stupid tables. we said we hated it but we kind of loved it. it was fun.
we also have costanzas in our own family. imagine 5 or us, cousins and sisters, setting up a dinner in the city. looks like pretty simple event, would not you think? think again. think harder. how many emails do you think can be collected just during the 1st day of planning? are we also going to a museum? to a movie maybe? to a broadway show? how about going shopping? some may fall asleep, some may get bored, some may get broke. the only thing we normally do together is eating at common family gatherings. we are the costanzas.
you are not necessarily you, i am not necessarily i, the past is not really the past, the present is certainly not the present and the future is definitely questionable
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That would be 52 emails as of right now...oy vey
That god I got us back on track
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