Meetings. They just won't end. Like some sort of bureaucratic Sisyphean task. You push the boulder of productivity up the mountain, only to have it roll back down, crushing your soul and your lunch break.
When meetings get repeatedly postponed, it's like the meeting fairy has decided to play a cruel joke on you. You're stuck in a never-ending loop of 'almost-there', 'just a minute', and 'maybe next week'. The meeting room becomes a time warp, where time itself is distorted and reality is but a distant memory.
Meetings 8 was supposed to be the final showdown, the last hurrah. But no, it got pushed back. Twice. Three times. And now we're here, in this very moment, wondering if it's ever going to happen.