the hotness

Hi Monkeys,

It feels like Virginia outside, and by that I do mean vagina. I don’t mind. I got to work around 8a for a meeting, and at that hour it was pleasant. But I wouldn’t dare wear a blazer outside right now.

WTF. Did I just talk about wearing blazers again? What in holy fuck is wrong with me.

My jeans smell like hay when my legs sweat in them. It’s always been that way. Turns out the kind of jeans doesn’t even matter. I have new ones on, and, yep, hay.

Whew, that’s better.

It’s been a long day. I had sort of a weird meeting at 11a that left me empty and annoyed, but I’m not sure if I’m more annoyed at myself or someone else.  During the meeting, clients were sharing some concerns and ideas and giving us a rundown of what the summer work will be like. I had a senior colleague in there who wouldn’t shut the fuck up for basically the entire meeting. Unlimited amounts of things that didn’t need to be said, and barely giving our guests–clients–time to fully express themselves.

I was annoyed at him for interrupting so much, for filling any and all space with as much useless verbiage as one can imagine, and so frequently saying so very little.

I KNOW, monkeys. People say that all the time, “so much talking, so little meaning…” and etc.  But it truly was like that this morning. Run-on sentences forever, sometimes 3-5 minutes at a time, misusing important words, conflating concepts, mucking the shit out of everything. Often all he needed to do was provide a single sentence answer. Also, he was always so quick to respond to client questions, usually cutting them off before they even finished, spending lots of time responding, often resulting in the client saying: “That’s all fine, but what I was asking was…”, or “what I meant was…”.

He went on and on and I found it unbearable. Somewhere around the midway point I realized I probably was going to sit in silence for the entire meeting. And that’s what I did, in entirety. I sat and listened to 95% meaningless BS for 90 straight minutes.

Is it Tuesday? Christ.

I miss The Tree already.

Have a great day.

 

 

 

 

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