The next day I got an invite to a meeting with Ricardo, my manager, and I was late.
I bolted in through the entrance, flashed my ID at the guard and ran it through the ID scanner, then quick-walked to my meeting with Ricardo. With all the coffee I’d had in the last hour, it was all I could do not to run there, just for the fun of it.
Ricardo was sitting in his office waiting for me when I arrived. I think it was the first time he’d ever gotten to a meeting before me … even his own meetings. Worse, he had the look of someone who’d just received a very thorough and professional beating by his management – everyone knows that look.
I didn’t bother to knock. I just stepped into his office and sat down in a chair ...