Hey you, you are not Intense any more...

Well, I am not Intense any more it seems.

(Not that this is very recent either, I mean one month will pass soon.)

This wasn't exactly a verdict of course, nothing on e-mails, nothing that could be tracked back otherwise also, but you can't be a fugitive when you are someone who doesn't have phone skills, can you? Besides, you cannot be a fugitive when you are Intense, can you?  

Dunno what exactly happened; I mean what exactly was new (apart from a 5 day week -- Oh Golly! -- and an epidemic of  we-know-it-all-marketing-branding-business development-social media-eff all because we know Excel / Google types); last time around I was told, all I do is put a semicolon here, a colon there, a comma wherever; this time some Grand Panjadrum who is arguably everything you can imagine (and cannot) under the marketing / analyst (shit!) relations / PR / advertising / whatever-else-you-want-to-think-of  set me up even better (or should I say, worse?).

Usually, when you are forty (plus?) and recruited directly by management, you probably count for more; maybe a generous severance allowance, if not...at least a decent notice period.

Ha ha.

Anyway, I am not Intense any more.

In a way it is good, I don't feel like a fugitive (me?, the very idea!) and I don't glare at myself in the mirror in the morning when I shave either.

That summer is on me is also fine; my ears have been no better or worse for more than a summer now, anyway.

You want to know about my eyes?

Ha ha.

The lens is very VERY visible.