Back in 1974, I was first alerted to the water crises facing Spaceship Earth. "Chinatown," Roman Polanski's masterpiece starring Jack Nicholson, Faye Dunaway and John Huston, was a wake-up call. These days, the drought in California is a catastrophe.
I’m a see guy not a hear guy.
I write better than I talk.
Expressing myself on the phone is difficult while e-correspondence is a breeze. I’m good at it; I get to the point; I don’t waste people’s time.
Nothing drives me crazier than the voice-mail jail that certain organizations have instituted. They start with the following recorded message:
“Your call is important to us …”
Whereupon I am given a world-class runaround of confusing choices—all recorded—that takes me further and further into the corporate labyrinth. One wrong choice and I am sent back to “GO.” Finally I get:
“All our representatives are currently busy … However, your call is important to us …”
What that message is really saying: “We’re having happy hour here in India and you are a big fat pain in the ass.”