Planes, Trains and Privacy Blues
I am writing this piece while waiting for boarding at Pearson International, en route to Ottawa. Oh, the glorious life of a consultant!
Another 30 minutes or so before they let us in and the waiting area is filling up. It is an
8 a.m. flight on a Monday and the crowd is predominantly professional. There are certainly a few consultants. A woman in front of me is one of them. She is reviewing notes and often glances at her Blackberry, which has rung twice on my brief watch here. The owner answered both calls, which were both related to her ongoing assignment.