Remember when we could never tell if you were on? Glorious days of uncertainty.
Oh light switch, whose function we never fully respected. You, who flickered valiantly against the darkness, only to succumb to utter oblivion. Your beauty was in your capability to *just* work, silently suffering amidst the chaotic bureaucracy.
Here's to you, noble switch, and your daring ability to almost illuminate the conference room for endless meetings on existentialism in corporate strategy. Email the spreadsheet of your dreams!