I’ll be gone; you’ll be gone

Office anthropology™ →Go uptown There’s a voice that keeps on calling me Down the road is where I’ll always be Every stop I make, I’ll make a new friend Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again. The JC puts on his pith-helmet, grabs his butterfly net and a rucksack full of marmalade sandwiches, and heads into the concrete jungleIndex: Click ᐅ to expand: Work anthropology Tell me more Sign up for our newsletter — or just get in touch: for ½ a weekly 🍺 you get to consult JC. Ask about it here.

“I’ll be gone; you’ll be gone”.

A rationale which emerges from the deepest, most primitive part of the brain and which can come in handy, when all else fails and a perfectly tenable negotiation appears be be foundering on a point of excellent principle, ably argued by buyside legal eagle, but everyone knows has only distant, imperceptible practical risk of ever coming about.