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Doughnut Organization Nourishes Unusual Treatment (DONUT)

Dear members and constituents,
I've come to the conclusion that the proliferation of acronyms in the telecom industry, while amusing can also be confusing. In-fact, I think the only industry (if it can be called that) which uses acronyms more gratuitously is the military. Yes, the proud creators of SNAFU, FUBAR and ABC (which has 8 different meanings in the military alone, depending on context). In telecom, we like acronyms so much that we even have acronyms to describe acronyms: TLA (Three Letter Acronym) or extended TLA (any acronym with more than three letters). Heck, I've even been guilty of coining an extended TLA myself, you may have heard of it, ADoPT.

But there is an acronym I want to talk about today which is not part of telecom or military jargon. You might call it a TLA if you substitute the word two for the word three. It's CF and it stands for Cystic Fibrosis. Aimee Lee has been baking pastries of the non-donut variety all week long and putting them towards the back of the main aisle of the 32C pod, close to row 500, to draw attention to CF and raise funds for a cure. When you come to 32C-415 to grab your donut, I encourage you to take a few extra steps and supplement your donut consumption with complementary pastries and help out a good cause.

Donuts today are courtesy of Jen Artley who although out of the office has made a punctual delivery thanks to TimeWise.

Happy Friday!

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