This has become an acceptable and even admired way of answering the question: how are you?
Busy. Crazy busy.
As if it were a good thing to be either, crazy or busy.
I used this as a caption for a photo about office workers, mostly in jest. But it occurs to me that American employees are getting a little cuckoo, what with all this busyness. Pleasantries fall away. Email turns people into despots — if not cruel then at the very least unreasonable. The act of stopping by one’s office without warning is a kind of hostility. All offices are crazy in different ways but this much is true: the lunatics are running the asylum.
