To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The pains of heartlessly initiated help solicitations by email
Which cause relentless conversations tween agent and reporter
‘Cause of outrageously scant information,
Or to take arms against email intake
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
And by a sleep to say we end our subjection to endless days
Confronted by emails of two fields only.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
Glorious visions of requests fully formed
With all the blessed information necessary for one to take action!
But alas, who would bear the pressure of the pressed,
The scorn of those with never the time to provide at first, the details
But bounding with willingness to respond again and again
Till email intake be the death of the treasures of time and productivity.
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.