Meetings

Yesterday I was stuck in an all day staff meeting. Generally speaking, I don't mind being around my co-workers, but being trapped in the same room as them for most of the day is a bit trying. Mostly because of the one that is a fucking idiot. He's the guy who has been there all of 3 months and thinks he knows exactly how the organization works and how to make it better. He desperately needs a haircut (fucking hippie), and he uses words like 'cool', 'awesome', and 'radical' as if that's legitimate business-speak. I've never seen him produce anything except electronic crap. I checked out a link to his 'music', and not only is it annoying electronic whining, but it's completely lacking in structure of any kind. It's just noodling, which isn't music. And yes, I do consider myself to be an expert. So anyway, I spent most of the day wishing I could punch him in the face.

Then we had a working lunch, then later in the afternoon when to a bar for beer, which ended up being working beers. By that time, I was pretty tired of talking about nothing (rewording our mission statement seems kind of pointless to me, especially when it takes 2 hours), and the beer and fatigue was making it even more difficult to tolerate the ridiculousness of his idiotic comments.

So basically, I spent the whole day just sitting there being irritated. Any time I tried to say anything, I was interrupted, so I eventually gave up and just waited for the end to come. I finally got to the end when one of the other guys said something in poor taste and that was about all I could handle. So yes, the meeting started at around 9.30, and ended around 6. Not the most stressful day ever, but definitely not the most enjoyable, either.

Anyway, tomorrow I'm going home to see the family and hopefully relax a little bit. And get some work done. Their intermittent internet access should keep me from wasting too much time. The boy is supposedly going to take me to the airport in the morning, so that should be interesting. Apparently he had some family drama over the weekend, but he declined to tell me what it was all about and I didn't push too hard.

On Friday I'm going to some dive bar back home to meet up with a random group of people I went to high school with. That should be interesting, especially since I wasn't that popular in high school and most people haven't seen me since then. I expect it to be a bit awkward, especially when we all realize how little we have in common and I'm not exactly in a position to brag to everyone about how great and fulfilling my life is. Yikes. I never really thought about meeting my high school classmates again. What a potential disaster.