Tuesday, November 30, 2004
My manager has this slightly disturbing habit of calling impromptu meetings. Usually, this happens when he's in Houston, so he delegates one of us in Austin to gather everyone together to huddle over the phone. Nothing particularly bad has resulted from any of these meetings, but my heart still skips a beat every time, even though I know that if it was anything truly bad, the meeting would happen after I was gone and I wouldn't be invited. I get jumpy. I'm kind of like "Tom Ridge" with his streetlight of death." Having been laid off three times now, I'm always at yellow. Oh, sure, there are green and blue levels on the chart, but those are just for show; they're not actually used. My pal (and yours) Tom Ridge and I know those levels exist in theory, but we're never going there.