Getting My Work Done

My inability to keep this little dream alive is trending hard toward embarrassing. Simply put, I'm leading the league in abandoned enterprises. In truth, my behavior since breaking the seal on Sleepy Pete has raised more than a few questions for me. Am I just a natural quitter? Will I ever be able to stick with anything for more than a few weeks at a time? Was that the series finale of 'Rob & Big' or just a season finale? In the spirit of the release of Ruth Wisse's new addition to the Nextbook series from Schocken Books entitled 'Jews and Power,' allow me to paraphrase the Rabbis: the inquiry is not ours to finish, but neither are we free to stop asking. I really hope it was just a season finale.

But listen, this post has a different purpose. I've realized what's been plaguing me about my inattentiveness -- I need to be a little more real and talk about my job a bit. If nothing else, at least this will level the playing field with all you finance pricks talking about p/e ratios over your sesame chicken. So here it is.

Today I called a parent of one of my students -- let's call him Daniel Green -- to confirm an appointment for tomorrow. When I called the house and a male voice answered the phone, I instinctively said "Hi, Mr. Green?" Hearing back a flat "No," I assumed I had misdialed or accidentally called the wrong student's house. But after a pause and muffled apology, this followed: "No. Dr. Green." Sometimes things happen in life that would be unrealistic or maybe just a bit much if they were to happen on tv or in a movie. Finding yourself speechless in the most literal sense of the word doesn't happen on the day to day. Either way, is it possible to be more arrogant than this? What kind of doctor could he possibly be that the title is so important at all times? I can only think of one man who can reasonably make such a request, and Dr. Green you are no Dr. Dre.