It's been 6 hours since the meeting started, and still, the whiteboard remains blank. The fluorescent lights are on, but the air in the room is stale. We are doomed.
Our prophet of meetings, Bob, has been seen pacing back and forth in the corner, muttering incantations to the conference room's drywall.
We are at a loss for what to do. Our attempts to schedule a break have been met with disdain.