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Today has been one of those days where nothing seems quite right. I’m restless, easily annoyed, and have no patience.

After sitting in meetings all morning, then having to attend another dog-and-pony-show for yet another potential vendor, I have no tolerance for um, how do you say, um… uh… excessive, um… use of, um… the, uh… use of “um.”

And when the meeting runs over into the lunch hour without any value added, I want to blow a gasket. You see, the company that I work for, in spite of all of its wonderfulness (and there is a lot) is one where folks need to be seen.

Visibility at our desks from 9 – 5 is expected. It matters not if, for one reason or another, a lunch break is not taken. Heading out for a run at 2 or 3 pm (in place of lunch) is not an option.

And so I wait patiently for the clock to strike 5. Then… I’m, um… OUT. OF. HERE!