Meetings are like my kryptonite. They drop into the workday, and with the sheer power of hot air and wasted hours, threaten to derail all semblance of productivity for the day.
My department of Development Divas (yes we are all women! Holla!) is constantly having a planned or impromptu meeting. There are also conference calls, vendor interviews, vendor coordination meetings and meetings with all of our local three-legged race jurisdiction partners. It's a wonder we can get anything done at all. Add to this that I am a horrible meeting participant. First, if the meeting is too early in the morning (before 10am) I am likely to show up wearing oversized sunglasses and clutching a huge cup of coffee like a real estate version of Rachel Zoe. Second, regardless of the meeting's start time I can only concentrate for 30-45 minutes at a stretch. After that, I start fiending for my Blackberry. When I've checked all emails, Facebook, and maybe even played a surreptitious game of Brickbreaker, then I start planning my next meal, my next outfit, or my next social outing. I start making off-topic stream-of-consciousness observations to myself: gee, her eyebrows look great; where did she get that lipstick; I wonder if he knows his socks don't match; my but she's a loud talker, I can't imagine her volume level when she's actually upset or maybe she's asserting her dominance over us by screaming I would have felt more comfortable if she'd just peed in the corner and marked her territory in that way at least it's not my office; I'm getting a headache; I think I'm hungry; and so on.
After an hour, I become like a fish heaved out of water. I can't stay still; I shift around in my seat; I make excuses to get up and walk around. If it were at all appropriate I would fall to the floor writhing and gasping for air.
Am I the most dramatic personification of Short Attention Span Theater ever or does anyone else agree that meetings and conference calls are life-force-leeching necessities of the working world?
Holla if you hear me!
My department of Development Divas (yes we are all women! Holla!) is constantly having a planned or impromptu meeting. There are also conference calls, vendor interviews, vendor coordination meetings and meetings with all of our local three-legged race jurisdiction partners. It's a wonder we can get anything done at all. Add to this that I am a horrible meeting participant. First, if the meeting is too early in the morning (before 10am) I am likely to show up wearing oversized sunglasses and clutching a huge cup of coffee like a real estate version of Rachel Zoe. Second, regardless of the meeting's start time I can only concentrate for 30-45 minutes at a stretch. After that, I start fiending for my Blackberry. When I've checked all emails, Facebook, and maybe even played a surreptitious game of Brickbreaker, then I start planning my next meal, my next outfit, or my next social outing. I start making off-topic stream-of-consciousness observations to myself: gee, her eyebrows look great; where did she get that lipstick; I wonder if he knows his socks don't match; my but she's a loud talker, I can't imagine her volume level when she's actually upset or maybe she's asserting her dominance over us by screaming I would have felt more comfortable if she'd just peed in the corner and marked her territory in that way at least it's not my office; I'm getting a headache; I think I'm hungry; and so on.
After an hour, I become like a fish heaved out of water. I can't stay still; I shift around in my seat; I make excuses to get up and walk around. If it were at all appropriate I would fall to the floor writhing and gasping for air.
Am I the most dramatic personification of Short Attention Span Theater ever or does anyone else agree that meetings and conference calls are life-force-leeching necessities of the working world?
Holla if you hear me!
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I hear you!
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