You can try all you want, but you never really figure people out.
Take Brendan. He spent a good few minutes chewing out my front desk staffer Linda. “You’re incompetent!” he shouted at her.
Linda tried to explain. “We can’t administer the Botox for your sweating today,” she said, “because it hasn’t come in yet.”
No, Brendan certainly didn’t want to hear that. Nor did he want to hear that we had called in advance to ask him to actually wait until we let him know that the Botox was in. But here he was, hyperinflating his lungs.
“You’re just damned useless!” he explained.