The moo point

You are a cow.

You are a cow, nestled in the green pastures of Switzerland.

You are a Swiss cow.

A Swiss cow, clean and white, with gentle brown patches.

Your job is grass.

Your day starts with rows and columns of mountains.

You wake up.

You chew.

You moo.

You chew again.

Your meetings are about discussing grass and hay.

Your KPIs are standing, blinking, and not falling over.

Your desk job is staring at the Alps for hours.

Your eyes strain from all the beauty and flowers.

No phone.

No Outlook.

No to-do list.

These are the moo points.

You look at the alps and think,

“This is the whole point”.

And then you chew again.