Damnit, I. Would Like. To Meet. With You. Tell. Me. When.

Considering that we’re arguing about which one of us is required to choose, rather than just choosing, my vote is that we’re children. Also the whole “battle of wills” thing was tongue in cheek.

Picking the time when all open times are identified is a trivial process, it doesn’t really matter whether the first person or the second person does it. Honestly, I’d be happy to just get a prompt and on topic response so that I could quickly get the stupid meeting set up. Being pissed off that the choice is now mine to make wouldn’t even occur to me.

You’ve a career in upper management. :cool:

The person who picks the time then has to set the agenda, find the room/set the call-in, etc. Thus, in this hypothetical meeting between Podkayne and Cheesesteak, this volley’s the work back into Podkayne’s court.

Sadly, Dilbert’s early observations on office life (as opposed to the shell of a comic that occupies the funny pages today) is very accurate.

You know, I didn’t have the chipmunk voices in mind, but that’s perfect.

[chipmunk]Indubitably![/chipmunk]

But in the first case I have to reeeeeeeeead an extra email! :stuck_out_tongue:

I mean, this is totally the definition of mundane and pointless, and I fully acknowledge that the difference between those scenarios is so small as to be utterly insignificant. It’s just one of those little things in life that often doesn’t go exactly the way I want it to and drives me straight up a wall.

Indubitably.

(BTW wasn’t it the Warner Bros. “Goofy Gophers” lampoon of the Disney Chip ‘n’ Dale pair, rather than the original duo, that had the whole “politesse to excess” thing going on?)