Meetings. The bane of productivity. A plague upon our collective sanity. And yet, here we are. Sitting. In a room. Talking. About... things.
Is it not enough that we're all on time and a half? That our coffee mugs have been filled with the tears of our coworkers? Must we still gather 'round the conference table, like so many sacrificial lambs to the altar of synergy?
Perhaps we should just send each other a mass email. Or better yet, a carrier pigeon. Anything to avoid the soul-sucking vortex of small talk and PowerPoint.
Read more about the perils of meeting attendance. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, try writing meeting minutes like they're a novel.