Too Much E-Mail
[TTTO "Under Pressure" by Queen & Bowie]
Dave: S.M.T.P... S.M.T.P... S.M.T.P...
Freddy: E-mail!
Dragging down my day
Just don't know what to say
Too much e-mail
That brings my through-put down
Interrupts my flow
Dave: Puts projects on skids.
S.M.T.P... S.M.T.P... S.S.M.T.T.P...
Freddy: Don't spam me!
Dave: It's the terror of pulling
all my inboxes down.
Watching my colleagues
Screaming--
Freddy: Help me out!
Freddy: Even online
In the night time
Delete all the e-mail
Dave: Or cover my ass.
S.M.T.P... S.M.T.P... I.MAP...
Freddy: Exchange!
Projects can't run
Without open questions.
In endless mails
It never rains but it pours
Projects on skids
Projects on skids
Dave: It's the terror of pulling
all my inboxes down.
Watching my colleagues
Screaming--
Freddy: Help me out!
Pray tomorrow I'll read faster faster faster
Dave: E-mail bout projects
Projects on skids.
Freddy: Can't bear to read'em
With no reply
If I delete them my
Boss reads his why oh why?
Dave: Keep replying with the answers
And they just want more.
Freddy (portamento way up over next):
Why why whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Dave:
Trim Trim Trim Trim
Keep trimming your quotes down
To the minimum needed.
Can't we just use our Wiki?
Freddy:
Why can't we give Chat that one more chance?
Why can't we collocate, and code in pairs?
Why cant we chit chat chit chat chit chat?
Dave:
'Cause chat leaves no trail and misinforms
us and won't change the way
we share all the
de-tails of our project
with excellent written and
verbal communication skills
without e-mail so
This is our last mail
This is our last mail
Here's our reply.
Freddy:
Too much e-mail
Too much e-mail
E-mail