A Thumb-Nail Sketch
I was sitting in Logan Airport with an hour and a half before my flight. I headed to a bank of open chairs at a gate that didn't have a flight going out.
I was reading, and thinking of closing my eyes for a few minutes.
It was a good plan.
My eyes were closed when a guy in a suit sat in the same row of seats...4 seats down. I opened my eyes and he nodded.
I nodded back...closed my eyes again.
He opened a lap top, put in a ear piece and dialed up a coworker.
I listened to his side of the conversation.
"Blah, blah, blah...okay, give me a thumb-nail sketch of what you're thinking."
Then the guy went off on a long rant of bullshit.
"We'll run it up the flagpole."
"It is what it is."
"It's a team concept."
"We have to think out of the box."
"We can have a conference call to work out the kinks."
"We'll trouble-shoot it, let some time pass, and get a bead on it."
"It'll all work out if we work together."
He hung up.
I hated him.
His entire call sounded like absolute garbage to me. Just gibberish.
Then he sneezed.
Made another call.
This one was personal.
"Hi baby. I still feel awful. I took some Day-Quil. No. Still working. I'm hoping I'm still not contagious!"
He laughed.
Then he sneezed...
...and I had enough.
I packed up all my crap and headed away.
There were now 5 rows of chairs between us and about half the room.
I felt his eyes on me.
He knew I left the area because of him.
Moments later he was dialing another number.
"Give me a thumb-nail sketch on it."
What a dork.
I hoped his cold got worse.
I was reading, and thinking of closing my eyes for a few minutes.
It was a good plan.
My eyes were closed when a guy in a suit sat in the same row of seats...4 seats down. I opened my eyes and he nodded.
I nodded back...closed my eyes again.
He opened a lap top, put in a ear piece and dialed up a coworker.
I listened to his side of the conversation.
"Blah, blah, blah...okay, give me a thumb-nail sketch of what you're thinking."
Then the guy went off on a long rant of bullshit.
"We'll run it up the flagpole."
"It is what it is."
"It's a team concept."
"We have to think out of the box."
"We can have a conference call to work out the kinks."
"We'll trouble-shoot it, let some time pass, and get a bead on it."
"It'll all work out if we work together."
He hung up.
I hated him.
His entire call sounded like absolute garbage to me. Just gibberish.
Then he sneezed.
Made another call.
This one was personal.
"Hi baby. I still feel awful. I took some Day-Quil. No. Still working. I'm hoping I'm still not contagious!"
He laughed.
Then he sneezed...
...and I had enough.
I packed up all my crap and headed away.
There were now 5 rows of chairs between us and about half the room.
I felt his eyes on me.
He knew I left the area because of him.
Moments later he was dialing another number.
"Give me a thumb-nail sketch on it."
What a dork.
I hoped his cold got worse.
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