I dislike meetings man.
But what can i do about it when it is I who called for them- actually emphasized on their necessity and stamped it into law? Oh, i hate the boss, that sits up there and swings like he owns the world, the whole of that paper.
Today, i strolled in expecting to see him up there pushing unwilling reporters. Instead, they were all waiting for him and his arrival changed the course of the talk.
First, he seemed to know everything that was going on, but it all appeared sketchy in the eyes of the sub-ordinates (or so he thought). But nobody would question that, as he had the final answer. But come to think of it; these crazy heads, fear to question? No. He must have given satisfactory answers. Furthermore, most of the reporters had not really keyed in their stories and the editors knew well, we were lagging behind.
Boss, from the obscurity of his appearance, small voice coupled with inarticulacy began to talk – blabbered on about the necessary progress, coz there is nothing more he can do other than stipulate what should be done, outline and probably push about the editors on the progress…
Hmm…seems i am defending this position of immobility and my latest stagnations – but well, the progress is nothing short of the snail pace but it speeds up once the reporters are fired up (put in threats, guilt conscience, inspiration talk – tea kitty, he he)
Today was a Monday, and a day like this had arrived- unexpected, caught me unwares and i rushed to class, pants down.
As such, i had to pull my sleeves up again and thus: was so stoned and high. I breezed through it all blissfully, altogether.
Never Mind i’mma spend this entire night getting bitten by mosquitoes as i clear the backlog of other people’s inadequancies – ok, i admit, i am not the best teacher, but if you show passion well enough, we may flow along.
End of meeting-
And i went to the comp labs, assumed my favorite position on the Computer, started typing whatever came first to my head.
Pointless!
