...a memo describing an upcoming change in hospital policy gets you so angry that you send a snarky, venting email with scarcely a word under three syllables off to your manager, ranting about how un-Einsteinian Upper Manglement is.
And then, even though you prefaced it with the disclaimer that it was venting and snarking and nothing more, your manager finds that it so perfectly describes the mood of The Lowly Worker that she forwards it.
Everybody, that is, except the president. Who will probably hear about it anyhow, within a matter of days.
Good thing I used nice, big words and phrases I can look back on with pride, such as "(the) headlong gallop down this precipitous slope to mediocrity" and "the breathless pursuit of the lowest common denominator."
The memory will keep me warm in the cardboard box I'm sure I'll be living in starting Monday.