||[Sep. 12th, 2006|09:48 am]
Okay, now I've officially spent more time trying to set up a meeting than I actually will spend at the meeting itself. I am typing this now because if I don't get it out of my head, my head will just explode and I really have a lot of shit to do today.
When I ask how your schedule looks for the next week, don't tell me it's open, anytime is fine, unless that's actually true.
When I counter with my schedule and list five different blocks, please don't answer with "anyone of them is fine". Pick one.
When I pick one for you and you counter with "how about Tuesday", which is the one bloody day I listed on my schedule as being unavailable...I sort of want to kill you.
When you say "anytime on Friday" and I counter with 1pm, and you say, "after 4pm is better"...that information would've been helpful upfront and saved us yet one more fruitless e-mail exchange.
When you are the third party who has been silent throughout the entire exchange and once we've painstakingly arrived at a meeting time, you choose to announce that "well, that's okay, but I'll need to leave by 4:45pm" .....the murderous rage that has been building for days with this crap just washes over me and you, frankly, are damned lucky that I don't have time to hunt you down, nor the inclination to spend the rest of my life in prison for homicide.
But that doesn't mean I'm not considering it. I mean, I love my fellow chefs, but I've herded cats with more success!