Those sad oatmeal cookies being passed around. The dim blur of fluorescent lighting. I stared at the dry skin on my hands willing time to pass more quickly. Their seemingly infinite crevices seemed to pull me in deeper and deeper to a workplace melancholia. I looked up at my superiors and peers engaged in minutiae-oriented conversations about policies and practices. I barely made it through the two-ish hours of this. Luckily we only have office-wide meetings like this monthly.
Please, regale me with your tales of great and terrible meetings.
Please, regale me with your tales of great and terrible meetings.