View From the Bushes

I hate meetings. Mostly, I hate long meetings. Generally speaking, an hour is pushing it: anything over that and I start fashioning a noose using strips torn out of my shirt. By hour two, I'm generally so annoyed with the person who scheduled the meeting that I've rejected the hanging idea and have started planning on how to kill everyone in the room and make it look like an accident. By hour three, I no longer care if it looks like an accident. Today, I had one of those meetings.

Not only was it three hours long, but it involved marketing, sales and consultants. If you've dealt with any of these groups you know that this is a combination at least as dangerous as saltpeter, charcoal and sulphur (it is left as an exercise to the reader which group is the saltpeter). A normal meeting is like being kicked in the giblets. A three hour meeting with consultants, marketing and sales is like listening to Hélène Cixous, Luce Irigaray and Julia Kristeva argue about post-modern feminism in French. (Again, it's left as an exercise for the reader to determine which group is Cixous).

I'm a big fan of quotes, so I thought that from time to time I would include one, to help illustrate the point:

"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face---forever... And remember that it is forever."
George Orwell, 1984

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero,
Ross