Thoughts on a meeting.

I hate meetings. Thy're pointless and time consuming, and the worst idea this side of the conference call. Color me "not a team player", but I feel that I can get more done working alone much of the time. Actually doing work rather than meeting about doing work.

I just returned from a meeting for a team I'm on here at work. Something long-term, a project that will go far into next year at the least. Here's a bit of an idea of what goes through my head at meetings. A brief stream of consciousness style look into my noggin:

Red check mark column? Two whole companies. Great idea there. Oh no, not the third contact thing again. I'd forgotten about that. That'll be more work for me. How am I going to organize that. Second contact is a big enough pain in the ass as it is. That's cool Betty's going to NH for New Years. I wish I still knew someone that had a house in the Conway area. Those couple of times we went up there to Cunio's were fun. I wouldn't mind doing that again. Wow, something about winter I enjoyed. What do you mean a script? We never came up with a script for second contact. Strong arming the customer only works when you don't get their voicemail. I can't believe I couldn't get that stamp to work. Man, I'm stupid. How hard is a stamp? Is Biohazard a white power band? Ouch, I'm sore. What is Tony writing down? Is there anything really important enough at these meetings that needs to be written down? I wonder what's in my email. Oh, and don't forget to get that binder on your way back to the desk. If this group is supposed to be working into 2006 and I move away, will I be disappointed I didn't see it all the way to the end? What am I, stupid? Of course not. I could use a nap. Why is this meeting still going on? Haven't we covered everything. It seems like people need to talk about stuff that doesn't seem to have anything to do with us so they can feel like more is being accomplished. I wonder if anyone is noticng my glazed over stare. Ralph really needs to buy a pair of pants that aren't as short as capris when he sits down. Mmm, tic-tacs. I wish Jimmy would offer some around. Cool Animal Crakers tin on the shelf. Are we really discussing MIBLINKPlus and WEB-Direct? Turn your head now, someone else is talking. Make it look like you're paying attention. Hey, I should really write a blog about this when I get back to my desk. But I want to get back to reading "The Dirt." Yeah, but the blog could be funny. OK. Fine. Let me see if I can remember what I was thinking about.
OK. What's for lunch anyway? Oh yaeh...ribs. Awesome. I had six new emails when I left my desk. I wonder how many I'll have when I go check. Let's see, 2 from Keith, one from myself. Who are the others from? Probably spam. We'll see soon. I should really fix the Christmas tree, it's too square. Seems like we're winding down. Look interested. OK, so binder, email, back to desk. Meeting's over? OK.