I’ve never understood why people hated meetings. Meetings are great! We all get together, we get some stuff done, I make a bunch of jokes and am gratified when people laugh at them. Sometimes, we even get donuts.
Today, I learned why people hate meetings. Apparently I have been going to all of the right meetings. Lord help me if I somehow manage to wander into the wrong one again.
I knew that this meeting was going to be just peachy keen when I realized that it was at 1pm, aka prime “let’s spoil Hope’s lunch” time. A one o’clock meeting leaves you with just enough time to wolf down something at your desk and not enough time to eat a leisurely lunch like a normal person or even do something productive like go to the gym.
Apparently I could have enjoyed a five course spread WITH dessert, because one of the key members of our project team decided that he didn’t have to be at the meeting until 1:20. Which left us all to sit around a conference table fuming and wishing that we’d known that this asshole was going to late so that we could have taken the time to grab a cup of coffee. Or maybe even digest our lunch properly.
Guy who thinks that his time is more important than my lunch finally shows up and then I spend the next two hours of my life wishing that I could be somewhere, anywhere but this stupid meeting where they are all talking about things that don’t concern me and SERIOUSLY who needs to spend an hour talking about emergency exits?!?
This is what I have to say about emergency exits… they are generally a good thing. Avoiding being burnt to a crisp is definitely one of my favorite pastimes.
Things that would have been more enjoyable than listening to the various merits of replacing a floor entirely or just patches of it: A colonoscopy. A colonoscopy sans anesthesia. A root canal. Listening to Celine Dion sing “My Heart Will Go On” seventeen times in a row.
Pretty much the only thing that I can think of that would have been any worse would be to spend a day with Rush Limbaugh. And even then I might have a chance to kick him in the shins. Something that I’m told is frowned upon in most meetings.
