Actually, we’re out of control. And if you’re paying attention, as in living life with your eyes wide open, you’ve noticed it too — and if you’re not guilty yourself, I’m guessing you’re as fed up as I am.
A few weeks ago I had a meeting. It was the first time we’d laid eyes on each other. They called me. I was with them for an hour. One of them texted the entire time I was there. His device never left his hands. He may have spoken once. Maybe. He made eye contact with me twice — when I arrived and again when I left. That was it.
It took all the discipline I could muster to stop myself from reaching across the table, grabbing the offending item, tossing it on to the floor and jumping all over it. Just before I sailed out of Continue reading