“Where will you
be sitting?”
“What? I don't
know.”
“Didn't they tell
you?”
“Yeah, but I
can't remember.”
“How can you not
remember?”
“It's not
important.”
“You do
know where you're sitting, don't you? It's at the end of the table!”
“Maybe.”
“Every time!
You're stuck at the end of the table at every meeting.”
“The end of the
table is fine. The boss is facing me.”
“The boss doesn't
even have a face!”
“You don't
understand meetings at all. It's not about where you sit. After the
first hour everybody loses track of where they were sitting anyway. A
couple more hours and you lose all sense of individuality. The room
dissolves and we enter the hyperdimensional planes of pure
meetingness.”
“Really?”
“No. The person
at the end of the table has to get everybody coffee.”
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