Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Those poor squirrels

Okay, so apparently we're not having a 4.5 hour meeting.

*big fucking sigh of relief*

First, I emailed The Boss about the conflicting meetings, and he said the first shouldn't take more than an hour. Really? Just an hour? Sweeeeet! With all the bitching I'm sure my fellow coworkers will do (if we stay true to form to the way our weekly group meetings go) it will run for about an hour and a half, but that's still fine. I'll still make the conf call without doing much of a hurry shuffle dance.

Then I get an updated email from the guy running the conference call. Turns out the times on the first email were for the eastern time zone, and the conference call is really at 11am my time. Eek!

And now, now its after 10am, which is when the big important Let's Talk About Where We Stand meeting was supposedly supposed to start. But the Guy, the one who's flying in to orchestrate The Talk to find out what we've been up to, isn't here yet. He isn't even here yet!!!

And the clouds opened and there was singing in the hallways and in the trees and in the parking lot and the squirrels sang and the fluffy little bunnies rejoiced for all was merry in the land.

It's so nice to have everything so flexible around here. Let's throw last minute meetings together! Let's block hours of time for meetings so that we don't have to bother with silly things like actual work! Yeah!

Actually, I don't mind it all that much. I just wish it wasn't so frustrating sometimes. I don't want to delve into anything big or time consuming, since I have a conference call in a little over a half hour. So what to do? What ... to ... do?

I could do some work... nah! That's a silly idea! Actually, after I check me email I'm going to review the excel file The Guy sent to me and my group for review before he showed up today. I quickly perused it, and saw that I'd reviewed it awhile ago. I guess The Guy wants an update. So I guess I'll review it, refresh my memory, think up answers now so I show up for the meeting (whenever the hell it happens) loaded with answers. Correct answers, that is. Does no good to have the answers if they're not for the questions being asked.

Ah crap. No time for anything. The Guy showed up and now its meeting time.

And the bunnies frowned and the clouds wept tears of sadness and the squirrels started smoking crack and flipping off the cars driving by.

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