As part of my only foray into ‘real’ corporate life, I was working in the satellite office of a firm with a head office in Etobicoke. One afternoon, I got a call from the guy I was working for that went something like this:
“What are you doing next Wednesday?”
“Nothing I can’t reschedule”.”
“Can you come down for a meeting (in Etobicoke) for 10:00 a.m.?
I got up really early on the appointed day and headed off down the road. It was a little after 8:30 in the morning, just south of Shelburne, when my cellphone rang. It was my boss.
“Where are you?”
“Just south of Shelburne.”
“What are you doing in Shelburne?”
“I’m on my way to our meeting.”‘
“Did you forget about our meeting?”
“I’ll be there in less than an hour.”
You probably won’t be too surprised to find out that there was no actual reason for me to have gone to the head office, much less for a “meeting” after all was said and done (there wasn’t one). The only thing that’s perplexing to me to this day is why he called me in the middle of my trip down?