That the internal deadlines, “high importance” tag emails, and client urgency are all fake
That a man eating a sandwich on a park bench in Tashkent today has never heard of Brad Karp
And that the sun will explode in five billion years
The work takes on a comedic, absurd element
And, almost ironically, becomes far more tolerable
I remind myself as I crack open a third La Croix and email back “Will do”