Anytime we talk business, I want it to feel like The Rapture – on the one hand, you’re really looking forward to it. On the other, you’re scared shitless. This is something religion offers – a reckoning, a time and a place where your fate is sealed according to that which was under your control.
Keep waiting. That’s what I said to a girl who asked for a raise. She called me into the back room. She told me what she was worth and I said she was not in a position to discuss the subject since she was, by her own admission, mathematically challenged. I could only promise to consider it. Now this girl is in purgatory and she’s not even sure which way she’s headed.
Some guy made me an offer. I didn’t ask for an offer. I was busy minding my own business. But once the offer was on the table, he was on the hook. I said no. Now he hates be because I sent him away. And I never asked to see him in the first place.
Usually, the best thing to do is nothing, like the smartest answer is: I don’t know. Just sit down, shut up, and eat. If you’re lucky, you’ll finish without having to decide anything but what’s for dessert.
