Miranda goes girlie

I was walking straight toward his table and was going to just give him a piece of my mind when another piece of that same mind decided I should make him come to me. Really, in retrospect, that just was so girlie. And, since he was watching me walk in and march toward him, when I did a perfect ninety degree military turn in the middle of all that marching and strode to the other side of the room, I really should have been as embarrassed as I felt about the whole drama. Then, my non-rational self decided not to give him the pleasure of looking in his direction. I was a mess.

Daven encounters the ultimate Power Wait

The assistant parked Daven at the lengthy boardroom table and closed the door quietly behind her. Daven sighed. He knew he was now destined to wait for three to five minutes for his host to arrive. That was the proper amount of time to signal Alpha status without offending. Thank God for smart phones. What a colossal waste of time these Power Waits had been before the advent of convenient electronic connections. In this office, however, Daven discovered that his device couldn’t find a cellular signal. He stood and moved to the window. Still nothing. His host had achieved the ultimate move in a Power Wait: block cellular signals to the conference room. It screamed that nothing could be more important than the impending interaction with the owner of the room.

Miranda on car driving ennui

For me, car driving was a waste in many ways. While others focused on the negatives of pollution and petroleum costs, I could not fathom the human waste involved—not the excrement kind; rather, I mean that the average American spends sixteen hundred hours driving a car every year. Sixteen hundred hours of rapt, pointless attention. Assuming other brains work like mine, we each have only a limited number of hours of serious concentration in us each day. If four hours of that shockingly scarce resource are wasted daily on left and right turns, it is little wonder that civilization was waning.