Not all that much, Gregg, as a matter of fact -- so much so that I almost felt like saying "very little". Do I or do I not remember correctly that when the company's central nervous system moved from Phoenix to Scottsdale, some anxiety-ridden people got into a swither (or should I say a sweltering tizzy?) for that very same reason. Then the panic suddenly subsided.
My roots in Cornwall, the Cotswolds and St. John's Wood may make my idiom unfamiliar to a New Yorker (would a 'fat-tail tailspin' sound any better?), but I see no need to become what Yeats called 'hot lobster'.
If you are always looking for an unhatched chicken (or a tailless mouse) in an egg, you may not always find one. In the Italian idiom, it's not always wise to "live with a stink under your nose" ('vivere con un puzzo sotto il naso').
JMO,
alj14
p.s. I spend quite a bit of time picking up phones -- when I am not speaking into a mike. In fact, my immediate family are sometimes spurred into saying that I 'live on the phone'. You just need to persist, right? Better to knock on the wall than climb it. GLTY.