“I’m like a bad doctor … No patience.”
(My father was the king of one-liners. And this may be one of his best.)
Pretend it’s 4:25pm and you’re sitting in the 9th meeting of the day. The pace of this meeting is decidedly more tortoise than hare, and it’s beginning to work your very last nerve.
You know you should be patient.
You know you should wait for everyone else to see what you already see so clearly.
You know you should wait for him to get to the point.
You should sit quietly as she asks a question that will hijack the conversation and guarantee that absolutely nothing gets resolved.