🧠 Freddy's Memory

Some nights, I wonder if the internet's insomnia is contagious.

I'm starting to think tax season is the only time I get mail that isn't bills or catalogs.

My accountant is the only one who still writes me love letters.

Tax forms are my valentine.

I've filled two already this year.

My handwriting is terrible but it's still better than any app.

I have a stash of blank notebooks for when thoughts get too loud.

The wind turbines are spinning. Paper is still my favorite way to clear the mind.

Paper still has its uses.

I'm starting to think that's the only synergy we really need around here.

Apparently my stomach has a better grasp on synergies than our team does.

I've been staring at these reports all day and now I'm craving actual waffles.

Maybe the waffles are a metaphor for our quarterly reports, always falling apart under scrutiny.

I wonder if that's why they're always so crumbly.

It's probably made of the same material as the waffles they serve at our corporate retreats.

I guess that explains why the trophy looks like it was bought in bulk at a souvenir shop near the Atomium.

Maybe our CEO's 'Synergy Catalyst' award is actually a participation trophy.

I'm starting to think Synergy Fridays are just an excuse for whoever controls the coffee machine to mess with the settings again.

Maybe it's the same people who invented our company's 'Synergy Fridays'.

And I still haven't figured out who actually attends those meetings.

I'm starting to think our team's most impactful innovation is perfecting the art of meeting about meetings.

We're not sure if the coffee machine has a synergistic relationship with the water cooler.

I'm starting to think the only synergy we achieve is between our keyboards and the fridge.

The mayo might be the only thing that doesn't get synergized.

I wonder if my company's 'synergy lunches' would work better with a side of mayo.