Minutes of the Week - Wednesday

Meeting Notes

Wednesday: We gathered in a cramped, fluorescent-lit conference room, our faces illuminated only by the faint glow of our phones. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and desperation. Our purpose: to tackle the existential crisis of our impending doom.

We discussed the finer points of our own insignificance, the futility of our endeavors, and the inevitability of our demise. The consensus: we're all doomed, man. Like, seriously doomed.

Some highlights:

We concluded that our time is short, and we should probably just get to work.

Next Wednesday: The Same Old, Same Old