Yesterday the CEO went to visit the doctor, since I’d convinced myself over the week that I had SARS, pneumonia, (To sum up the CEO’s last seven days using just one word? Phlegm) or quite possibly tuberculosis. Turns out I didn’t have any of those, just a standard respiratory infection of some sort, but that is beside the point. So I am sitting in the exam room at the clinic waiting for the doc to come in. I’d been sitting there about fifteen minutes and was getting tired of reading month old Newsweeks. What to do?

I noticed a large sign in the room mentioning that cell phone use was strictly prohibited (also was prohibido, whatever the hell that means) and to please refrain from their use. I thought, hmmm, I wonder . . . I whipped out my phone and dialed the CFO. It worked! It only took one ring on her end before the door opened and in walked the doctor. I hung up and talked to the doc, but filed the use my cell in a prohibited area and a wait immediately ends? experience away as a data point to be examined later. The CEO might be more annoying with his phone in 2007, using it in places where people don’t want it used to see how it affects wait times, but if you are with me, remember: I’m doing it for science.