how to: sign off an email
when emailing your parents, keep it 2003 birthday cards before moonpig ruined it all. keep it curt. no room for growing up in a town and emigrating to the city. let seven year old you flood the page with a run up from the water at the beach, nearly stumbling four times, falling twice,
lots of love, Ryan xx
when emailing the new supplier you’ve had added to your never-ending list. I mean. you’re already working two regions. now a new one hits the desk. they say new staff is coming soon. you haven’t seen a lick of proof. so it’s quiet venom. hidden in full stops and staccoto sentences.
Regards, Ryan Bryce
when you’re emailing your manager for the third sick morning in the row, and not for anything interesting like breaking your leg skateboarding or a fun new strain of covid, but because you are a digested corn kernel filled with smoke, filled with a straitjacket you can’t touch or taste or describe in an email to your line manager,
Thanks, all best, Ryan
