And finally, if you can't reach me on Zoom, you flash a beacon in the sky. With a bat on it. This is yet another way of disrespecting my time.

Ok, jokes aside, this post resonated with me, more personally than professionally (because no one wants to meet with me, professionally). Every other week or so, my elderly dad asks me if I want to go to lunch. Inevitably, if I say yes, he says "great. Why don't you pick a place?" For years, this seemed to me like he was expressing deference for my tastes, but now it just seems like he's lazy and wants to me to do the work of picking a new place.