Okay, maybe "hate" is too strong a descriptor.
They are vile like lima-bean disgusting time-wasters.
Well whaddya know, perhaps "hate" IS the perfect descriptor after all.
I've actually been forced to attend meetings to discuss what meetings should be set up next. After nearly 30 years of this nonsense, it's not surprising that I now spend the majority of them mentally calculating what else I could possibly be doing; mostly daydreaming about activities of the non-work variety.
The worst of all are those get-togethers sneakily set up while I am away, ambushing me upon my return as I unsuspectingly open The Evil Email Inbox.
Which is what happened again this week. After a single vacation day, the top item to greet me on my email list - a meeting request with the Big Wigs for 10 am.
Crap. There goes my morning to catch up.
Thank the Gods I dressed up today. Instead of the usual jeans and casual top, luckily I had time this morning to don a blazer, accessorize with a new tie-dye scarf and cool new boots-boots.
So I rushed through the morning Must-Be-Done-Or-The-World-Will-End pile and dashed off to the opposite wing in the hospital for The Meeting. I make it just on time and surprise, surprise, no one else is there.
Well, that's happened before. I am typically the first to arrive; too OCD to be fashionably late like the upper management types.
But then after 15 minutes
playing on my Blackberry and finding myself still alone in the conference room, I begin to get pissed. Wandering down the hallway to the Admin offices I discover no one is around. Nada. The place is deserted.
Well, dammit. If they don't even have the courtesy to be on time, I am NOT hanging around.
I return to my office fuming.
What a waste!
What a discourtesy!
What a rude treatment!
I open my calendar to confirm that I was in the right room. Yup it was, and at 10 am alright.
10 am next Monday.
What an idiot.
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