How many Dilbert meetings have you sat through? Or, even better, trainings? You know, the ones that make you want to ask someone to pull on your tie until you stop breathing?
A student yesterday was freaking out because he could not take another minute of being forced to suffer through an endless meeting of sorts. I was called upon to calm him. And send him back to continue suffering.
But I really sympathized with him. I hate that. When people value you so little that they'll waste a slice of your life boring you senseless. Or just be so lazy or clueless or whatever that they don't realize how useless and dull their endless droning is.
Tonight, on the other hand, I went to a meeting at church. Just three of us, assembled for a specific purpose. We accomplished what we came together for without wasting time, but without hurrying either. We joked a bit, considered several options on each question, assigned tasks, and said good night.
One way to escape Dilbert meetings is to go to the bathroom. For a long time. Heh-heh.
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