Monday, October 01, 2007
Lookit me when I'm talkin' to you!
Maybe it's a neurosis of some kind. Maybe it's a faulty gene sequence.
But when I'm in a conference room with one of those triangular speaker phones perched on the table, I gotta stare at it. It's not a machine, it's a person. Within its squat black plastic frame, multiple personalities jockey for attention, like Sybil of Psychology 101 fame.
If I don't look that red LED square in the eye and nod in sage agreement to the last comment, I feel like it (and by extension, every personality within its crowded cranium) senses my innermost secrets -- the heresy (!!!) that database integration and process optimization are not all that top-of-mind....