#pixelpushing


Originally shared by Kirill Grouchnikov

#pixelpushing

When this lady from marketing sends an email about an upcoming presentation, and it's about "marketing for engineers", and then she sends a calendar invite, and I click "No" on the invite and think that's the end of it, and the next day she sends another email urging everybody to attend, and it looks like nobody clicked "Yes" and a lot of people clicked "No", and then she sends another update stressing the importance of the presentation, and another one, and with each one it grows both more upbeat and more desperate, and I've finally had enough of these emails and I create a gmail rule with the name of the presentation to skip the inbox and delete it, and I'm all like...

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