Productivity maintenance becomes a means to prove your fitness for the future, and, as such, your value as an employee: you have the skills, the fortitude, and the control over your immediate environment to work through the inevitable catastrophes and demands of the market. Whatever shit the world throws at you, the work endures. It’s not that you want to be a heartless robot; it’s that the market is hostile to those who aren’t, no matter what your manager assures you. The manager’s crisis refrain of “feel free to take some time, if you need it” is fundamentally a sorting question: are you someone who needs it or are you someone who can ignore that you do?
EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
There are about a million different options out there for posting stuff that is longer than 280 characters. If people can’t be bothered to put their thoughts into some sort of structured, coherent format because that is too much work, or because it involves too much “friction,” then I am not going to bother to read what they have to say. It is a sign of disrespect for the reader.
That is older than most of the stuff that played on the oldies station when it came out in 1986.