It was a year of unending meetings, where the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and broken dreams.
The Meeting Prophets foretold of an avalanche of meetings, a tidal wave of TPS reports, and a tsunami of team-building exercises.
But little did we know, it was all just a clever ruse by the CEO to distract us from the real crisis: the copier jamming every five minutes.
Still, we trudged on, fueled by our determination to meet and greet, to network and synergize.
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