Meetings. Ah meetings.
May 16, 2008 by frothingatlemouse
Suck. I have one at 7:30 tomorrow morning. A “retreat”. Yeah, a retreat. It means blather blather blather for four hours then go home and be ticked at the wasted morning.
It’s a job, though. It’s a job.
Night all.
7:30AM on a Saturday? Pul-eezz!
I hope you get overtime.
I’m exempt. No overtime for me…just the satisfaction of knowing I get to do a 7:30 AM meeting.
I feel for you. I hate pointless meetings.
Well try to enjoy yourself a little at the blah blah meeting. I agree though I hate LONG meetings.
Long meetings are not productive. People’s attention goes kaBOING, then pssssssssssssssss deflating.
Meanwhile some of us were coerced into a Extraordinary Leadership class, we request feedback from our employees and customers. I made my list, sent out the emails. Then yesterday I found out my manager had micro-managed my list and now I have way more direct reports than I really do. Huh? He apparently sent the company in charge some changes, unauthorized. Umm, the main thrust on the opening day of the class was honest responses. But there’s more!
I would settle for one 4 hour Saturday morning meeting than 12 hours of this crap.
Extraordinary leadership?!?!?! What a pile of hoohah.
A 7:30 meeting on a Saturday is not a “retreat.” Isn’t this how Hitler got the Jews into concentration camps? Oh come on, guys, it’s just a retreat!