To Mute or Not to Mute
A modern boss’ lament.
To mute, or not to mute, that is the question: Whether ’tis better in the zoom to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous noise, Or to take arms against a sea of boxes And by muting, silence them to peaceful quiet; Rustling no more, and by mute, we mean shut Up and not have to endure the headache of A thousand chomps and chews the jaw is heir to. ’Tis a non-consummation so devoutly to be wished. To think, to speak — To think, perchance to be heard; aye there’s the rub, For in that train of thought, what ideas may flee, If we don’t silence this infernal chat Which crazed us make? Here’s the thing That makes much Calamity of such key zooms: For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of noise? The chatterbox’s din, the loud man’s crinkles, The pangs of cell phones, the dog’s proud bark, A baby’s cry, a mad toilet’s whoosh flush, The insolence of giggles, and the spasms Of mirth that demands patience in the face of Doing serious business — requiring Complete Quietus, sans distraction brought By beholding bare Bodkins? Who would dare Bare their bod, distracting, perchance to blow The deal of the decade? And yet there are Those who would disrobe with indiscreet measure Of whether or not so doing disrupts — With or without sound. My God, must we dread This too? With horrid sights as well as sounds? Fair disruption abounds here in doomed zoom’s Online rooms. How might a conscientious CEO ensure a business confab Proceed with calm efficiency and haste Without countless distractions from the ranks? And rank they are, chomping and texting as If they were home — which they are! Yet we’re far Too lenient with the crew. It’s gotten way Out of hand. This won’t do. So we proceed By pressing MUTE ALL, and thus we shall remain From now until the fall. So shall this noble Enterprise sustain, fully sane and solvent, Otherwise, I say, “F” it, fire them all!






