Nothing drives to me to distraction like someone wasting my time. I’m very Mr. Hand-ian in that regard. Tomorrow morning two people from my office travel to meet with a client. I’ve been tasked with finalizing the presentation and making the books for said presentation. It’s now 2:43 and other than taking a few pages out that aren’t needed, I have not been given any edits by aforementioned bankers.
And there are edits – they’ve both told me there will be. And yet here I sit as they waste my time when I know they are not going to bother giving me the edits until, oh say, about 4:30 p.m. And then I’ll have to scramble to get the edits done, print the books, gather the other materials they decide they want, and then make books. And then they’ll say I’m wasting their time by not finishing the books in a timely enough manner so they can take them with them.
Spicoli had it right. Bring in the pizza. I don’t hear them unless they knock. No shirt, no shoes, no dice. Need I go on with more quotes? I think you get my point.