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Faux Pas?

Friends,

As a fully remote worker, I sometimes miss the office. I miss the drive-by meetings, purpose-built space and break room conversations. Surprisingly, I also miss the commute. Beyond the utilitarian getting from point H to point W, the routine served to catch-up on the day’s news, while hitting the mental reset button to get in the right headspace for a productive workday. Lately, I've been thinking I could try borrowing a page from another group who desperately tries to recreate their former habits: Vegans. Don't get me wrong, I think vegans are great. Matter of fact, I have a highly accomplished vegan daughter whose many achievements make me quite proud—a topic, perhaps, for another missive—however, if you look at their menu you'd think they're pretending to be omnivores. From tofurkey to vacon to impossible burgers to fauxzarella cheese (I may have just coined that last one—you’re welcome vegan community!), you’d be hard pressed to find an animal-derived dish vegans haven’t imitated—at twice the price and half the taste (sorry, couldn't resist). Enter the fauxmute, all the psychological effects of a commute without a practical reason. Just get in the car (or rail), drive in traffic for no apparent reason and, thirty minutes later, finish where you started. As an added benefit, you can pick-up some donuts on the way. Not saying I'd do it every day, but Fridays are shaping-up to be a great day for a fauxmute. Just sayin'

What "the end" of my fauxmute might look like if I worked at Dunder Mifflin ;-)
Happy Friday!

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