You will hear me complain a lot about meetings on here. I hate meetings. I doubt I have ever been to a useful one. Usually, it's just an outlet for a higher-up to talk with an audience. For instance:
Today we had a three hour meeting to go over performance data. So, they gave us the data, in both chart and graph format. Two months ago, and a new copy today. Keep this in mind. The first thing we had to do, was to recreate the data charts onto a blank duplicate page. I'm serious. No changes, no analysis. Just rewriting the numbers in the blank charts.
Then, we had to graph the data. It was easy, since we could trace the one they gave us. I asked if I could redo it on excel and use it's graphing function. No, I was told, we had to color.
As it turns out, we couldn't finish our graphs because our boss couldn't find all of his papers, so the data we didn't have beforehand, we still didn't have.
See? This is a meeting in my world. It's no wonder I'm usually suicidal or homicidal, depending on my boredom levels. The only redeeming quality to the meeting was that they gave us all the free Mt. Dew we could drink. And since I'm the fastest, my boss kept yelling, "Somebody bring him another pop." to the women around us.
At almost every meeting, I usually wind up on top of my chair doing jumping jacks, which my boss has learned, it's time to go before I get to the next level of hyperactivity: throwing things.
Friday, October 20, 2006
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