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I remember those meetings. It’s what made me the psycho I am today.
If you can sit through a meeting like that without what my doctors call “homocidal ideation” you’re a better man than me.
Oh dude! The idea comes in the first five minutes… it’s not acting on it that’s the hard part.
Now everyone knows why I retired; I was having trouble restraining myself. I’m better now and off the meds but I still have twitchy hands.
Good God.
You just summed up my entire work week.
I generally made a habit of missing such meetings; or, I would use meetings to take a much-needed nap. Most people are unaware how many meetings a person can blow off with no repercussions whatever. In the rare occasion something important happens in a meeting concerning you, it always gets back to you anyway.