Shrieking for attention among the never to be read was an email marked: URGENT.
I sighed.
It had been a long year.
What on earth could be URGENT at this time of the year?
I thought I had better read it.
It referred to another mail left unread.
It was laced with threats of exclusion, excommunication, exfoliation, extermination.
My stress levels rose momentarily.
I sighed.
I thought I had better read the unread.
After much searching and filtering I read the aforesaid unread.
I understood very little.
I sighed.
Attached was an Excel file, and three other documents.
It was URGENT.
I understood very little.
There was line after line of arcane, I assumed academic, acronyms.
I sighed.
It has been a long year.
I texted a friend.
She wasn't sure either.
But it was URGENT.
I plumped for the line beginning: ACLN 2015.
I typed 2 in the cell.
I saved the file.
I attached it in response to the mail with the stressful threats.
I clicked on send.
I hoped for the best.
A reply arrived.
"Thank you Simon."
I didn't really understand what I had done.
It appeared that 2 was an acceptable answer.
