I had to have two large lattes and a diet Pepsi to try to wake up. My eyes could hardly stay open. I was hungry. Very hungry. That could have been why I couldn’t focus. Or it could have been because I was so tired. Train rides at 7am are just mind-numbing and soul sucking. Everyone looked like a zombie. We were going through some odd motions.
As I was trying to quickly drink my latte so I could wake up, and so I could then do work, and so I could then do more work….Oh, where was I going? Yes, as I was quickly ingesting caffeine, I overheard my train-ride neighbors talking. At first, it all sounded like Charlie Brown muffled talk. Then, I heard a key phrase and I jolted up.
I smiled and my ears perked up further. I hearx one of the men say “I havd this nagging feeling that this meeting will accomplish nothing.” I wanted to chime in and assure him that he was right. Of course, I knew nothing of his upcoming meeting. I knew he was on a 7am train to go to the meeting. And, that’s all I needed to know. Of course, the meeting would be a waste of time. Over 80% of meetings are. Why should a meeting you have to down multiple cups of coffee for while traveling over a hundred miles be of any use?
Before I could insert myself into the conversation to agree with him, his colleague noted “It’s just verbiage; assuming that they don’t change course at the last minute.” I wanted to chime in and note that of course the possibility of last minute changes were entirely possible.
I didn’t chime in, of course. I never intended to. But in my head, I carried that conversation with them. And, I woke up. I started replaying in my head scenes from the movie Office Space. Specifically, I started thinking of Peter’s meeting with the Bobs. That’s all I have to say on that.
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When I was a Battalion Operations Officer in the US military, time suck was a huge concern. Once I removed the chairs around the conference room table, things moved along much more quickly. I didn’t even have to remind people my meetings by default were limited to one hour.
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When People Become
NumBers Empathy Leaves
And HeArts Become Numb
And Disposable Objects..
During 911 That
Infamous Day
That Arabs
Bombed
Trade
Towers Yes
So-Called Friends
And some of the
Pilots who went
Through Trusted
Training at the
Navy Station
Where i was A Manager
At A Military Meeting
Facilitated by a Real
NumBers Guy the
Department Head
He said chances
Are Many
More NumBers
Of Bombings
Are Coming
Pay that no
‘Mind’
Get
Back
To the
Job Status
Quota
Having
No clue that at
Least one Manager
Was Still New Having
A HeART of DisGust
That someone
Could be
So Cold
To Treat the
Human Condition
As A NumBers GaMe Again
Where We Tread on
The HeART of others
So so Far From
Hearts who
Feel
More
Than
Selfish
NumBers
With no Soul
i spent 6 more
Years until
i became
A NumBers
GaMe Just to be
AbUsed for Selfish
Gain my Name
May not
Be Peter
But it Gets
Old Hearing
Roosters Crow
PS.. i had to Google
The “Meeting with the
Bob’s” Yes the Memory
Is still too Fresh and
Recent to forget
To never
Be Slave
To A NumBers
GaMe EveR AGaiN..:)
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