It is said that in the year 2050, a meeting was called to discuss the color of the new office paint. The participants were:
And so, the prophecy goes:
Bob: "I think we should paint it beige."
Jane: "But what about a nice shade of chartreuse?"
Joe: "I'm telling you, we can make it do 300 FPS with some fancy new LED lights."
Tom: "I just want my break room to be painted, is that too much to ask?"
And so, the meeting ended with no resolution, just a bunch of confused faces and a lingering sense of dread.
But fear not, for this prophecy foretells the tale of a brighter future, where meetings are a distant memory, replaced by the efficiency of email and Slack.
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