I was on a call today with a guy and I found myself throwing my hands up in exasperated frustration way more often than I normally do. I'm not sure if I've ever written so many swear words when taking notes on a meeting before. Look: talking pointillism needs to stop. If you don't know about something, you don't talk about it. You let someone else talk about it. Reading a 2 page handout full of phrases or a powerpoint presentation isn't expertise, it is passing familiarity. Just say, "You're a research guy and you are smart, but I'm a marketing guy and I'm a moron" and we can end the conversation right there.
My big success for the week was that I got to work earlier on each successive day: 9:30 on Monday (bad), 9:00 on Tuesday (still bad), 8:30 on Wednesday (not bad), 8:00 on Thursday (good), 7:30 on Friday (really good). I like the bus that gets me to work at 9 or 9:30 - there's a girl who reminds me of someone with whom I went to elementary school, I cross paths with her less often on the way home - but the assumption is that you have drinking problem if you show up to work that late too often.
Today, my brother, age 25, took action on his concern about hair loss. You won, Merck. Congratulations.
