You're called into a meeting, or someone sends your a powerpoint, or they drop by your desk. Next thing you know, they're off in full gallop. Jabbering a mile a minute. The buzzwords are bouncing off the walls like neutrons in a cyclotron.
And all of this, every last bit of it, is like a jackhammer to your brain.
You don't have the presence of mind to say, "slow down." Or "I don't understand." Or "can you explain this to me."
No, it's all happening so fast, the person speaking is so fervid and convinced, so SURE OF HIMSELF, that you couldn't possibly put the brakes on their diatribe.
And they're so fucking annoying.
You
just
want
them
to
stop.
So you nod. You smile. Try to make a joke that shows you do, in fact, get it. You do all that.
Just to make them stop.
Stop.
Then you get in early the next three days and try to figure out what in god's name they were talking about.
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