All Day Every Day

I’ve been in all-day meetings this week.

If there’s a purer form of hell than the all-day, every-day meeting, I really don’t know what it is.  We sit at nice tables, have too-strong coffee, and talk around problems.  Or, as we call them in the corporate world, “challenges.”

I saw a book title recently, “On Bullshit.”  There’s also a recently-published dictionary of corporate BS terms.  Both should be instant best-sellers.  If there was any justice in the world.

Of course, if there were any justice in the world, there wouldn’t be all-day, every-day meetings.  Which means we’re both SOL, I guess.

On the plus side, the Red Sox won the World Series.

Woo Hoo!