Morning Meetings
Every damn Tuesday, marketing is forced to sit through this stupid as hell meeting about a software program that we don't even use--or rather, that we're not even ALLOWED to use. The don't want us touching it so that we won't screw it up. I kinda just want to touch it now so that I can screw it up, just so they don't suddenly decide that we need to know how to use it. :D
So, anyway, I have to wait patiently for one of the lawyers to finish his pointless blah-blah-blah-ing about some stupid program and the forecast for the next 3 years. LIKE ANYONE CARES!! Really, it's not important that I know it, and I KNOW that nobody in sales or customer service is actually going to let the customers know this crap, because they're just going to change their minds five-minutes from now.
Meh.
I'm sitting there, inbetween my colleagues who are doing their best to mutter their feelings about Parley's inability to conclude his pointless bantering.
Parley gets to a point 20-minutes into his speech (the meeting is only supposed to be 30-minutes long, if that) where he says, "does anyone have any questions?"
I'm puffing out my cheeks like a blowfish and diverting my eyes elsewhere, trying not to laugh as I hear my coworkers say, "NO! God no! Please no." He's only sitting five feet away from us, so I know he heard them.
However, he continues, "Well, I got a question the other day... blah-blah-blah..."
It's about at this time that I begin doodling on my notepad. I was supposed to review my monster pile of brochures with everyone in the room, however, with given events I don't think it's going to happen anytime within the next half hour.
<--- My representation of Parley's contribution to the morning's meeting.
Step-on-me notices that I'm drawing some animation cells (or at least a fairly long line of circles and dots) and says, "If you want, I can review your brochures with everyone and you can go back to your desk."
Of course I'm instantly happy to be saved from death by boredom. I just about give her a hug as I skip out of the room.
So, anyway, I have to wait patiently for one of the lawyers to finish his pointless blah-blah-blah-ing about some stupid program and the forecast for the next 3 years. LIKE ANYONE CARES!! Really, it's not important that I know it, and I KNOW that nobody in sales or customer service is actually going to let the customers know this crap, because they're just going to change their minds five-minutes from now.
Meh.
I'm sitting there, inbetween my colleagues who are doing their best to mutter their feelings about Parley's inability to conclude his pointless bantering.
Parley gets to a point 20-minutes into his speech (the meeting is only supposed to be 30-minutes long, if that) where he says, "does anyone have any questions?"
I'm puffing out my cheeks like a blowfish and diverting my eyes elsewhere, trying not to laugh as I hear my coworkers say, "NO! God no! Please no." He's only sitting five feet away from us, so I know he heard them.
However, he continues, "Well, I got a question the other day... blah-blah-blah..."
It's about at this time that I begin doodling on my notepad. I was supposed to review my monster pile of brochures with everyone in the room, however, with given events I don't think it's going to happen anytime within the next half hour.
<--- My representation of Parley's contribution to the morning's meeting.Step-on-me notices that I'm drawing some animation cells (or at least a fairly long line of circles and dots) and says, "If you want, I can review your brochures with everyone and you can go back to your desk."
Of course I'm instantly happy to be saved from death by boredom. I just about give her a hug as I skip out of the room.
posted by Laura Mitter at
10:29 AM
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