I promise I’m going to get back to Richard Armitage. I always do!
But for now, can I vent for a moment? Yeah, I’m going to do it anyway.
I despise meetings. Not because they aren’t necessary sometimes, but because most people don’t come prepared, and then they don’t know when to shut up after they get there.
And if there is no written agenda? Oy.
Write a frigging agenda and stick to it.
All of this is to say I’ve been in a meeting with a group since 8:30 this morning, and it’s 1:10 now, and I just got loose a few minutes ago. I was about to say, “You are serving lunch to us, right?”
To answer my own question from above, I don’t have the time. I’m meeting myself — coming and going — which is generally how I like it since I hate being bored. I despise that even more than meetings. Problem is that boredom and meetings often go hand in hand.
Thought for the day: a person who can run a meeting efficiently is worth their weight in gold and pretty scarce.
Okay, I’m done. For now. ‘Cause this damn meeting should not take up any more of my time.
A picture of Richard Armitage for me and for you, the poor soul who read this rant:
Yeah, Rich, that was the look on my face when I left the meeting, but I’m feeling better now that I’ve inflicted my frustration on cyber world.