Everyone claims to be in a rush, but I’m not sure they are.
Being in a rush is for show. It’s an alibi. It’s the physical manifestation of guilt and insecurity.
To walk around the office with a piece of paper in your hand used to be the time-honoured international language of busy.
“I’m in a rush,” it said, “I have a very important piece of paper in my hand that requires discussion, and only three laps around the building are going to resolve it.”
Now, as you sit in a meeting, you should have no pieces of paper in front of you. Paper is not the medium of the person in a rush. You need devices on display.
At least two.
Ideally three or four.
To check your messages mid-meeting, maybe compose an email, perhaps Tweet something arch, witty, yet corporate and on-message, is not rude, but another notch on your busy-ness bedpost.
The last thing you want is to have colleagues who think you’re so unrushed and unimportant as to spare an hour communicating verbally, solely with actual people.
Face to face.
In an actual room of a physical building.
That is no way to climb the corporate ladder.
What kind of slacker are you?