One night in the late '90s, a co-worker stopped by my desk, and, sounding as gravely serious as he possibly could, quoted the opening lyric of Third Eye Blind's "Jumper," and walked off.
"I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend," he said.
Was this co-worker concerned that I was taking on too much work? Did he have qualms about my mental health? Did he think I was on the brink of going crazy? Probably not. After all, this was the same co-worker who sang "Do You Know The Way To San Jose?" as on-hold music when we were testing a new phone system.
