at my expense ...
I'm all for everyone getting their share of time/ attention and blah.
Really, I am.
But when we've been preparing for 2 weeks for a 3 hour training as a group of THREE trainers, and I'm slotted to be the 3rd and LAST, kindly draft your own portion keeping in mind that I put in time and energy (just like you did, I'm sure) to get this done by TODAY, with the same level of CONTENT RICHNESS (as you did) amidst my OTHER DEADLINES (yes, you have them too, so you know what I mean) and hence understand that when you exceed your quota for whatever reasons, and I miss my turn to speak, it's extremely frustrating, to say the least.
We've all overshot our share of time in the past, but experience teaches us to cut down some slides and manage it all so we don't eat into somebody else's time no? I wish that as a generation we could understand the fine line between saying everything we'd like to say and everything that absolutely needs to be said.
Know what I mean?
Thankfully I still went and caught the Sex and the City movie last evening after work instead of sitting home to refine my portion of the presentation. Must thank the Penguin for making me go.
I loved the movie as I love the series.
My favorite part was where Carrie reaches Miranda's place 2 seconds before midnight on New Year's eve and pants "You're not alone!" ... The movie may have finally given the men their due, but for me it was still about the women. Hence the loving.
FYI, I know it's becoming fashionable for men to pooh pooh this movie just as most of us like pooh poohing Ekta Kapoor's productions. Which brings me to the disease of presumption which exists even among the most evolved of us. This time it's men, but that's not to say women aren't guilty of it as well. A worthwhile trend to fight, don't you think?