When I was working in Fort Smith, one of the students tried to flatter me by saying, "When I grow up, I want to be like you and carry around a planner and go to lots of meetings." Well, the planner has been replaced by a Blackberry, but I still go to lots of meetings.
I've started BCC'ing my dad on my weekly schedule emails to my boss so that he doesn't have to quiz me on where I am and what I'm doing. Last week he said, "Why do you have so many meetings? When do you get your work done?"
Answer: never. Or, more accurately, at night and on the weekends when I finally have time to wade through e-mails that I can't covertly respond to during meetings.
Today I had seven meetings. SEVEN. I don't remember in school anyone telling me that my life would be full of meetings, emails, and mindless drivel.
Kinda like the drivel you're reading now. Oops!
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