It was supposed to be just one hour. One lousy hour. But now we've been stuck here for what feels like an eternity.

We were told there would be a break. A chance to stretch, grab a snack, and recharge. But it's been hours, and the only thing that's recharged is our anger.

We've been led on by false promises, and we're starting to lose our minds. Who's responsible for this meeting-induced madness?

Read on to find out who's to blame for this travesty.

Meanwhile, let's take a look at what break actually means to us