I loved Judo as a kid. I’d go to class, throw people around, and when I was good enough I demonstrated competency in order to receive a colored belt representing my achievement. When I went through school I demonstrated competency in the subject area by completing mindless tasks and exams.
If I completed and passed enough of them across all of my classes I got a piece of paper that said, “You did it!” And, when I was old enough to drive I took a paper exam and a road test in order to get my drivers license. Why the frak can’t we do the same thing for e-mail?
Working around the public for half my life entitles me to hate people. Hate is a strong word. Well tell me that after you’ve had a drug-seeking crackhead all upset with you because their doctor just cancelled their prescription after finding out they went to 3 different ER’s in 4 days all for the same medication. Or, when a pharm tech tells someone that their insurance just saved them $578 and their portion is a mere $20 only to get yelled at because the customer has never paid more than 12 dollars. And then there’s the Medicaid patients (who have better clothes, phones and cars than me) who bitch about paying $2 for a $900 medication.
That is why I am entitled to loathe certain people. I have to deal with nutjobs five days a week (or more if my company is willing to pay overtime because 2 people call in sick and I am the only one willing to or “available” to work).
As a kid there was no day more important than Christmas. For a whole year I’d wait for the jolly fat man to leave presents under my tree. On occasion, though, Santa would drop my presents off early and hide them in a closet, in the garage, the attic, or in the trunk of the family station wagon. For a 10-year-old boy the wait was unbearable. But, getting caught for sneaking a peak was infinitely worse.
When it comes to meetings this same sort of fear-of-the-unknown anxiety drives some people to the brink of insanity.