| Today's
calendar lists 3 people to call to talk about Lunch. Not that we actually
"do" Lunch; we generally talk for about 6-12 months; I might get lucky
with one of them and we'll meet for an hour and then, even if it's the
weekend, that person will inevitably have to run back to his or her office.
Considering that the traditional lunch hour is not always convenient, I
always offer to step out at almost any time of the day except for the breakfast
hours when I am busy sleeping. Sometimes I just get fed up, wait a few
months for a change of season and then try again.
I have a better track record this past year flying
across the world to meet people for Lunch in over a dozen countries be
they in Beirut, Moscow, Kuwait or Buenos Aires. For that matter almost
anywhere outside of New York City offers higher probabilities of Lunch
although abroad Lunch might last all afternoon and continue through the
end of the day depending on how much people tend to live to work or work
to live. Even otherwise rational tourists to New York City are infected
by this bug which attacks foreigners living in the City as well as native
New Yorkers; this week I received a call from an Austrian consultant in
Vienna who warned me that he would likely get so busy during his visit
to the City he wouldn't even have a chance to call or see me. I suppose
I will see him when I take off a weekend to visit him and Vienna this fall.
Where is everyone running? I am a 32 year old attorney
in a small but fine law firm and earn less than half of what these people
(mostly lawyers and investment bankers in big firms) do. About 30% of my
net salary goes into savings. Yet I have no problem taking 4 weeks a year
of vacation (2 of them paid) to see friends and places all over the world
and taking time out of every day to return phone calls and e-mail, send
messages and gift packages, look up and maintain contact with old friends
(who mostly never bother to advise people when their phone numbers and
addresses change), take lunch outside the office, read the New York Times,
monitor foreign publications and broadcasts on the Internet, watch the
CBS Evening News and read several other weekly periodicals. And yes, I
do have plenty of fun too and manage to keep my apartment and office clean,
shampoo daily and sleep 8 hours a night.
OK, so maybe I'm a little nuts. My contact list
is purposely and primitively typed on about a dozen sheets of paper in
mostly random order forcing me to constantly look at lists of names I don't
need to call that minute just to keep the names in mind and occasionally
call one of them up during a free moment. I admit that I never skimp on
the phone calls and my annual bill is a couple thousand but well worth
it since I can't physically see everyone often; too bad so many of us are
too cheap to pick up the phone to call someone long distance when there
is almost no place on earth you can't call for under $1 a minute. I make
it easy for everyone else -- I have a portable 800 number leading to wherever
I work during the day and a permanent phone number in Miami that forwards
calls to my New York residence or wherever I am at my expense; no one can
say they can't find me if I move. But so many people say they don't know
my number in New York though I've been here over 2 years. This excuse is
so utterly lame especially coming from Ivy-League educated elites. HINT:
Pick up a phone and dial 411. From a payphone it's free. Or look me up
on Internet 411 services. Even my e-mail address is user friendly and portable;
it's ivan@ciment.com
Some of my colleagues reading my travelogues and
assorted odd e-mail memoranda wonder if I have a life. True, I'm not especially
busy. But that's precisely the point; I go out of my way not to be too
busy so I can look after things I feel that really count, meaning the People
part of Life. It's so easy to skip lunch, not call people up and to essentially
decide that the only people worth having contact with are the ones I am
billing. I also have 20 things to do today and certainly can't pretend
to work unless I want to pretend to get paid. But having found myself with
nothing to say to people I haven't seen in 5 years at 5 year reunions,
I'd like not to reach the age of 35 and find myself without any friends
from beyond-professional life having been warned by people older than I
that relationships neglected are relationships lost.
I just hope that all those too busy to stop now
will in fact be able to enjoy life after 65; considering the track record
of those I have seen come before me, I'm not banking on it either for myself
or them.
Ivan Ciment is an attorney practicing in New York
City. |