I had an experience with a conference call meeting on Friday that makes the meeting on Wednesday look tame. Let me sum up a few of the salient features of Friday's little confab in the following list:
You know it's a REALLY bad meeting when...
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it is at 4:30pm on Friday...
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it is the follow-up to a meeting earlier in the week when you got spanked...
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you know full well that you are going to get spanked at this meeting too...
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"yes" turns out to not be a politically acceptable answer to your request during the meeting for time to get your shit together...
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the meeting involves sharing documents over a computer and all electrical power in your building goes out 15 minutes into the meeting...
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you continue to attend the meeting for over an hour after the power outage begins...
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you spend much of that hour pacing around your cubicle listening to a speaker phone...
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more than one of your co-workers remarks "gee Dr. Geek, I've never seen you like this before" in response to the homocidal glint in your eyes...
Of course, at least the meeting did not reduce me to tears... I never cried as an adult before I got to graduate school and started working on a Ph.D. My disseration left me bawling for hours on at least two occasions. So I can say that even though this meeting was a forced descent into Stygian depths, I never did even get close to hitting bottom.
No, the only thing required to purge myself of this meeting was some good food, some good company, and a more-than-usual amount of alcohol... all of which I experienced at a pre-Labor Day barbeque on Sunday night. I could have done without the hangover the following decidedly hot Labor Day morning... but I at least have some perspective again. *sigh* Should I be scared that I think the alcohol had something to do with the transformation? Maybe. Just maybe.
said drgeek
on 2004-09-07 at 4:43 p.m.
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