2017-07-04 Tue


I had a Breakfast Meeting Scheduled with a colleague and friend, and the meeting didn’t take place at the scheduled time, but it will at take place sometime in the future.

The odd thing is that we both have cell-phones, and my friend didn’t show up at the agreed place and time. I went home. Later I found an email from my friend saying that we would have to reschedule, something had come up.

Initially it seemed odd to email, rather than to phone, since we both have cell phones. It is possible that my friend had forgotten that I am retired and on principle aim to “do” email on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays only. It is possible, too, that my friend did not want to risk waking me from deep slumbers at 6:32 in the morning, the time the email was sent.

Fair enough.

But then it ought to have been Acceptable to call me, by voice on the cell phone, around 7:30 when I would have been setting off for the meeting scheduled for eight o’clock.

Even more peculiar: What do you know six-thirty in the morning that you didn’t know at nine o’clock last night?

I am about five minutes walk away from the meeting place, so for the next meeting I will suggest that my friend call me on the cell-phone once she has arrived, then grab a coffee, or better yet, grab breakfast, and then wait for me.

Although as my boss Louis Florence used to tell me about “What it Means”: When someone is late (or cancels, or stumbles, or ...) it means that they are late (or have canceled, or have stumbled, or ...).

In other words, try not to read into any situation any more than you know.

This I find difficult to do, for in High School and in my work I was trained to extrapolate.

(Later) We rescheduled the meeting for the next week. My colleague bailed out again. This time I suggested we communicate by email, rather than face to face, and in an attempt to recoup time I have removed my colleague’s name from my contact list so that the cell-phone will not recognize the number, forcing any communication into voice-mail.