Scarce

It was one of those days in which I had three things
to do at the same time.

I went to my usual venue, which boasted a little get-together
after, and considered whether to stay or go onto the
next site.

As I was thinking the usual crap happened.

Talking to Richard and Cox jumps up.
Move to speak to Marge, and Cox jumps up.

Now am I suppose to stand there while Cox is
facilitated in his madness?

Nahhh.

So I left.

It's something that's kind of hardwired in my
genes. If I'm talking to anyone and they are
distracted by another and don't instantly postpone
the other, I forfeit.

So I went to Venue 2.
Total waste of time as expected, save I got my
usual laughs.

Some organisations need particularly stellar leadership.
They need the Avatar in that top seat to get the best
people into the other seats.

When the best people drop out or can't be bothered to
join, one gets a typical bullshitathon, in which work
is delegated to persons who can't perform the work,
so nothing happens.

For the past ten years I've given the same advice,
so gave it again, and no one listened, as usual.

Then I picked up my cell phone as if it had vibrated,
went outside with a anxious look on my face, stood out
side for a minute, then returned;

"I have to go." I say.

The third place on my agenda was just not as enticing
as the look of the sky was repellant, so I went home.

I could of returned to Venue One, but need to be a little
less accessible.