• Short time.

    New car delivery, state holiday, lab work, and a meeting; it is Wednesday and very little work has gotten done. The 7 to 8 a.m. hour on a Monday morning has (at times) been more productive than this entire week (so far). Have you ever had a string like that? In a matter of minutes I’ll be whisked away by my supervisor – off to another meeting. Most meetings aren’t too bad. It’s interesting to be in the room with the decision makers. I may not have much sway, but it’s cool just being there. I get to pretend that I’m more important than I really am.

    “Where are you off to John?”
    “I’ve got that meeting on the LSP transition this afternoon.”

    Now all I need is a non-sensical title and I’ll be on the fast track to institutional insignificance.

    My name is John. I am a Revenue Specialist III.

  • Speaking of restrooms…

    A while back I had a talk about mobile phone etiquette. I drew a line in the sand. I refused to answer my mobile phone from a public restroom stall. So this afternoon I’m listening to “Oh Christmas Tree” in the movie theatre men’s room and I hear a phone ring in the next stall.

    “Hello.” … “What do you want from me, I’m not at my destination yet.” … “No, my phone does not have roaming.” … “All right.” … “O.K.” … “Bye.”

    There are no guarantees in life, and certainly no promises that everyone will share your sensibilities. But talking call in the porcelain throne room? Am I an island of couth in the sea of consciousness? Cheryl still maintains that she hears women talking on the phone in the restroom all of the time. I am still shocked. Yes, my life really is that sheltered.

  • The time is now.

    Mark your calendars. Tuesday, November 11/2003 at the AMC Woodlands 20 men’s restroom. Oh Christmas Tree. The first Christmas song I’ve heard in a public place this year.