When a meeting lasts 2 hours, I fall asleep.
When a meeting lasts 1 hour, I don't listen.
When a meeting lasts 30 minutes, I am happy it is over.
When a meeting lasts 5 minutes, I wonder why there is a meeting.
I SIMPLY HATE MEETINGS. I always hated meetings. You imagine 10 people in a 2 hours meeting. That is half a work week of one person. The problem is that there are many meetings during a week.
The international community, in particular in crisis situations, is fond of making meetings. Of course, this is normal, we have job to do. And a good one. So, first we have the interagency meeting: There John, Mary, Paul, Christie, Cat and I have to talk about this and that. But then we settle down to do our work. But not for long because we have to run to the intercluster meeting.
And there John, Mary, Paul, Christie, Cat and I talk about the same thing we talked in the interagency meeting. Natural, we have to be sure that everything is understood.
But there is one particular subject that troubles people and so John proposes to make a special meeting on this. An unscheduled meeting. Where can we fix it in? Because Mary also needs to make a special meeting on some issue.
What the heck. It is now evening and I go back to my dwelling to enjoy my beer. The problem is that in the country I work, there are only big beer bottles. And, always, when I am halfway through the bottle, a phone call: "Peter, we have an emergency meeting in 15 minutes". F..k!!
But eventually the week goes by and we can have a rest. Much needed, because Monday morning in the first meeting, I will be asked: "Peter, were you able to do this or that?".
Hell no, I spent the whole week in bloody meetings.Well, of course, I was able to do this or that. Because!?:
I DO NOT ATTEND MEETINGS ANYMORE. Except one.
