Agendas
March 19, 2009 – 10:58 am by Cath
That’s right, agendas. You know, the lists that purport to be precise reasons to meet, only that the carefully crafted schedules are rendered utterly meaningless exactly 36 seconds after the start of said meeting when the navel-gazing gimp in the corner takes umbrage at the way a comma was used in the latest set of minutes.
The result is a four hour melee of useless opinions that suddenly take on greater importance than the urgent matter of the sexual harassment that is raging through the accounting division.
Course, it doesn’t help if the chairman has all the control of a melting jelly and the room is bewilderingly over-stuffed with preposterous, be-suited egos.
The answer is to not so much write agendas as chuck names into a hat and let those plucked out prattle on endlessly about how things worked in their day or why the annual summer barbecue discriminates against Cumberland sausages.
You could save the agendas themselves for those vile evenings when everyone goes out for a post-work sniffter only to bang on about failure of the health and safety officer to remind staff that the building is on fire. Never happy, see.
I don’t know why you’re even thinking of taking off those pyjamas.
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