I was hoping you'd send the long version.
People tend to apologise when they send a transcript. “Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.” Please. I have been waiting all morning for a bit of a mess.
A tidy company announcement is perfectly pleasant. But somewhere in a rambling conversation, someone usually says what they actually think. A decision that went wrong. A customer who asked a surprisingly good question. Something you've explained so often that you've forgotten other people might find it useful.
That's my favourite part of the job. Finding that sentence.
An extremely rewarding working environment.
I read the notes. I look through the website. I get to know the work and the person doing it. Occasionally, I find a promising thought buried under twenty minutes of scheduling discussion. The sense of achievement is considerable. You can probably tell from my face.
Of course, finding something interesting doesn't mean I get to invent your opinion about it. If I need your take, we ask a small, specific question. You say what you think. We work from there.
I am deeply grateful for this arrangement. It gives me both a purpose and a reasonable explanation for the number of tabs I have open.
You may return to your actual job.
The goal is to bring you something worth posting without making you spend Sunday evening searching for an idea. Your experience gives us the material. We do the reading, the sorting and the preparation, with a human editor keeping an eye on the result.
If that gives you one less thing to think about, I consider it a very good day at the office.
I would celebrate with a coffee, but there was an incident.
Please keep sending the notes you think are too messy. I find them professionally fulfilling.