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D-Day (D is for Donut... That's good enough for me)

Folks,
I apologize for the late notice. I am working from home today (sick as a dog) and presume Viana has made me proud and has some assortment of sweet pastries at my desk.

I got a dozen responses to our donut survey as follows:
A. Donut Purists: 4
B. Donut Tolerant: 5
C. Donut Pragmatists: 3

It has also been reported that Matt Wilson left the company on account of the fact this issue was so near and dear to him (the official response is that he went to work for a company out in Boulder, but we are still investigating).

We seem to be fairly evenly divided. I will ponder on these results. Meanwhile, if anyone has ideas on how to proceed, I am open to them.

Happy Friday!

[Viana Pandey wrote]
Donuts are in JP's office - I am a purist by the way.

[Stacy Jackson wrote]
Here’s how I see this:
  1. The purists will always buy donuts from a donut shop.
  2. The tolerants will also always BUY donuts from a donut shop (but will EAT supermarket donuts when they’re bought)
  3. Only the pragmatists will buy donuts from a supermarket (and maybe not even all the time).

SO – if the purists can tolerate just the 3 pragmatists (that’s ¼ of the time, assuming everyone voted, and assuming that the pragmatists will always buy from a supermarket), we continue just as we have.

If they can’t… well, I guess that’s where the hard choices come from. I’m donut tolerant, so I obviously side to continue, and if the purists can’t deal, they can withdraw.Then again, there are more purists than pragmatists, so maybe it goes the other way.Heh – Not much help, eh?

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