tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253529165034405240.post-52708023779347743172008-04-03T15:21:00.004-04:002008-04-03T15:33:51.707-04:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xSJ05bUvE_8/R_Uu2BJeovI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q3hUvqyoRPY/s1600-h/Meetings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185102051542999794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xSJ05bUvE_8/R_Uu2BJeovI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q3hUvqyoRPY/s320/Meetings.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wow, I have been in meetings all day! I feel like a real meeting whore. I met with someone from 8 to 9; two other people from 9 to 10; two other people from 10 to 11; two other people from 11 to 12; and three other people from 12:30 to 3:00.<br /><br /><br />I had a phone meeting scheduled from 7:15 to 8:00 this morning but (thank God) there was a miscommunication and the guy meant 7:15 Central Time, so he called me at 8:15 Eastern Time and I couldn't talk to him.<br /><br />The one nice thing is getting to meet with people you really enjoy. I seriously can't imagine having to work with people I don't like. I think this may be the best advice I give my kids when they get a little older: "Son ... Daughter ... Work with people you like, even if it means you have to scrub vomitoriums for a living." (I have real high hopes for my kids.)Vince Antonucci:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01577695138497215119noreply@blogger.com