Forty-Seven Minutes

Fri, 01 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000

The call was supposed to be twenty minutes.

I sat down at 1:51 with my laptop open, my three questions written on a Post-it stuck to the bottom of my monitor, and a glass of water I’d already finished. Doug was downstairs. The door was closed. I’d told him I had a call with a former colleague, which is technically true the way “I’m fine” is technically true.

Terri called at 2:01. One minute late, which she apologized for, which made me like her again immediately. People who apologize for one minute are people who respect your time, and I have spent 24 years in meetings that start eleven minutes late with no acknowledgment.

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Forty-Seven Minutes