We've got a prophecy, and it's a real doozy.
It's said that on the day of reckoning, when the clock strikes 9, the meetings will never end.
They'll just keep on going, and going, and going, with no clear end in sight.
It's said that the coffee cups will never be empty, the whiteboards will never be blank, and the chairs will never be comfortable.
So heed this warning, and beware the curse, for once you're in, there's no escape from the Prophecy of the Redundant Meetings.
A collection of meetings that went horribly awry, and got lost in the sands of time.
Meetings that were meant to last an hour, but ended up lasting years.
Meetings that had a clear agenda, but no clear outcome, except for a bunch of confused attendees.
Meetings that were so bad, they're still being talked about today.
A mysterious whiteboard, with an endless supply of markers, and an infinite amount of blank space.
Meetings that went on for hours, because someone had to write down every single thing that wasn't important.
Where the only thing that ever got accomplished, was the art project on the whiteboard.
Where the only thing that ever changed, was the color of the markers.