Oh lord, it's the monthly meeting.
Written at 2:05 p.m. on 2005-09-14
Tomorrow is our monthly department meeting. This never used to be an issue because they used to last about 2 hours and be at our office, so although they were boring beyond belief, they were tolerable and with a bit of creative doodling and the phone on silent you could get through unscathed. No longer is this true. Now, we either have it at our office, the North East or Scotland and tomorrow it's Glasgow, 3 and a half hours from here. Not only that, instead of Craig, we have Marc. One of Craig's redeeming features was that he loathed meetings as much as the rest of us and was happy to go along with the plan of whizzing happily through the dull changes in legislation and examples of good practice on site as fast as possible so we could all get home early.
Not Marc, hell no. The last meeting went on for 6 HOURS! 6 deathly, horrifically, terminally dire hours of listening to Marc droning on and on about things that really weren't relelvant until you were gripping the edge of the desk because you knew that if he uttered so much as one more syllable and you weren't gripping the desk you'd fire him backwards through the wall. Marc is one of these men who firstly is in love with the sound of their own voice, secondly thinks he's always right and thirdly thinks women are meek little creatures who shouldn't be making important decisions as that is a man's job. Marc proudly displays virtually every characteristic I dislike in men and I have to work with him.
Now I'm ranting. This is what the man has reduced me to, the thought of being trapped in a room and forced to listen to his opinions on virtually everything have turned me into a ranting maniac. When we got to the last section 'Any other Business' last time and he announced he had 3 more pages of things to discuss Nigel actually started to bang his head repeatedly and gently on the desk. And Nige likes meetings!
Oh well, grin and bear it. ONce it's done there won't be another one for another month. That's not very long when you think about it. Bugger.
Bloody hell. I've just come back from the shopping centre and the christmas stuff is already in. The girl in Selfridges said it had been in since the end of July. Who on Earth wants to see stuffed santas in July? Madness.
