… when it seemed like everything you said made people feel worse?
I work hard to make people feel better about their circumstances, and I think I do a pretty good job (based on the feedback I get). It’s the best part of my job. I never – ever – give people false comfort. That kind of reassurance is short lived and cruel. I’m a firm believer in being honest…
Hello, can I speak to J… please?
“Excuse me?”
Hello, CAN I SPEAK TO JEFF PLEASE?
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong number.”
Oh no, I’ve got the RIGHT number, I’ve just got the wrong name. Is this, um… John?
“I’m sorry, that’s my cue to hang up.”
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Boy, I hope that wasn’t someone trying…
I learned something interesting this weekend on our trip to Orlando. Even if you’re a surgeon, with thirteen years of medical training (give or take a year), some hospitals still insist you to take a CPR class as part of new-hire orientation.
I think they’re really on to something here. I wonder where our stress level would be if more of our employers required a class in reading…
Newsvine / AP:
The nation’s busiest airport dueled with gun rights advocates Tuesday over whether a new Georgia state law allows visitors to carry firearms at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.
All right baby! That’s what I’m talking about! This is exactly what we need – guns in airports, just like the good Lord intended. So what if you can’t bring…
I can’t bring myself to read No Country For Old Men. I’ve tried picking it up three times now, but I can’t get through a handful of pages. It looks like a good book, and it comes highly recommended by a friend, but I just can’t do it. Maybe later, after a transitional book, but not now.
I bought a few books before my Tallahassee trip, and No Country was the last one left.
The afternoon session wasn’t too bad. I even had something coherent to say. We got off early, so I returned to the hotel with some ideas in mind. I figured I’d walk down the road and check out some of the dinner prospects. It was hovering around 97F late this afternoon (if the bank across the street is to be trusted), but I was feeling guilty about not having my bike along for the trip…
So far, the first morning of meetings has gone by without incident. I’ve managed to stay quiet, anonymous in my corner, avoiding the ill-informed comment that brings the rains scorn upon my head.
It could change this afternoon though. After a four hour false start, we get to the area of my (relative) expertise.
This post really starts twelve years ago. That was when the first computer was…
I know I’m piling on, but I can’t help it. These things can’t go away soon enough.
Newsvine / AP:
They were the best of ties. They were the worst of ties…
Now, with another Father’s Day upon us, comes word that the necktie — that elongated swatch of silk or polyester or rayon whose donning has long marked a male rite of passage while serving no discernible utility…