Arggh…due to a monster staff meeting this morning I’m just now getting around to my Monday morning didn’t-have-the-patience-to-do-it-on-Fridaypile o’ work.
Usually during staff meetings I don’t have much to say. Talky McGossips-a-lot is one of those annoying people who can’t go to the corner store without running into a guy he used to work with, the lady he lives down the street from, and his second cousins thrice-removed (on his mother’s side). He usually fills us in on who’s involved in what public policy scandal this week. Another co-worker spends 45 minutes telling everyone about the work he’s attempted to do the previous week, and how his efforts have been thwarted at every turn by circumstances outside of his control (“well, so-and-so was supposed to get back with me about that issue, but I’m still waiting on an email,”). I, on the other hand, keep my mouth shut unless absolutely necessary and take detailed notes.
Yes, our meeting was about giraffes that look like my sister. And tiny dinosaurs munching on tiny ferns. Oh, you weren’t aware I worked at the department of Make Believe? Consider yourself informed.
These endless, pointless, WEEKLY meetings are taking a toll on me. I am ripping my cuticles to shreds. Seriously, my hands look like Frodo Baggins after one of our marathon meetings. Any advice? I’m thinking of getting a stress ball, or does that broadcasting too loudly that the combined neurosis of my co-workers stresses me the fuck out? It’s like some truly messed-up version of Captain Planet.
Gossip! Ineptitude! Micro-management! Blame shifting! Enclosed spaces!
By your powers combined, I am CAPTAIN SHREDDED CUTICLES!
p.s. I blogged this weekend in my quest to post 30 blog posts in 30 days (jeez, could this sentence BE any more awkward?). So check out this and this for some weekend bloggy goodness.