Tell Them To Sue Me.

I have just been hit with catastrophic news. I have just received an email. My soul, immediately upon this email’s reading, turned to ash and crumbled away.
I have a four-hour SWOT meeting tomorrow.

I know, right?

I mean, if you, like me, were a cockroach in your former life and are now paying for the sins of your past by being a corporate drone, then you know that meetings are places where they take your mind and shove red-hot blades of boredom into it so that at the end of three hours you are in no condition to remember how to wipe your ass the right way.

Really. A decision that could be reached in four seconds in a natural working environment always takes three years in a meeting. And you have to watch that happen. And it’s agony. Because you are not even allowed to openly weep.

I hope I’m not underselling this.

Anyway, I have one of those tomorrow and so I am in a very very sad mood right now. No one can be expected to write Bad Idea under such conditions so I am going to do something I have never done before.

I’m going to hand in a blog post.

Ssssh. Don’t tell, okay?