I’ve fucking had it up to here! Does salutey thing with hand
I’ve fought the meeting pimps and they have won. I surrender. I will now submit to spending my entire work week in a conference room listening to how I should be spending more time working.
I spent two hours yesterday in an office watching a doctor navigate through an app.He could have e-mailed me his thoughts, but instead I had to listen to him drone away. Today I went to a one-hour meeting out in West Assrape, which, with travel time, ate up my entire morning. To get information which could have been e-mailed. Tomorrow is a one-hour meeting that will no doubt run for two and a half hours, and eat up my entire afternoon. My entire contribution during that time will be “I’m still working on it.” And now I find out that on Friday I have to be in a seven fucking forty five for a department meeting. Seven forty five? Owls aren’t even awake at that hour. What in the holy hell is so goddam important that I have to get up in the middle of the night to sleep through it?
Memo to managers: Get a fucking hobby already.