Get e-mail: "Come down now. Calling xxxxxx." I grab my notebook, run across the building, get to where I need to be. "Oh, sorry. He needs another half hour. And instead of e-mailing you again, how about you just come down in 30 minutes and wait around until he calls."
Knowing how these things go, I will be sitting there for 45 minutes waiting for a fucking phone call.
Edit: I should mention I was enjoying a slice of indulgent coconut chocolate cake when this all went down. Edited by Connemara - 1/31/14 at 11:32am