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Board meeting is the right name. Board. Suits and egos, not a smile that isn't painted on or an opinion that isn't so safe as to be completely pointless. It's as if we're colluding in how to have the most un-fun experience of living possible... away from everything that really matters to all of us. Now, a meeting with surf boards with the kids playing nearby... that would be living, right?

General

There are invisible jail bars here. These bars hold me with eighteen others, while the chairman's end chair blocks the door. To leave is to invite of a bleak winter of unemployment. This room reached an all time level of boredom 18 minutes ago. To find meaning in this report would be like discovering protein in lettuce. Meanwhile, I have got 6 urgent calls to return. Every one of them is a sure sell, but they must be returned by two thirty. Sam, across the boardroom table sees the agony in my eyes. My whole insides shout, “Just shut up. Let us go!” Every time I make eye contact Sam, it is a reflection of my own urgent need for freedom. I think that the boss is about to conclude. Oh, no. He announced “And another thing..." Please, somebody, get two number 2 pencils and stick them in my ears.

By wmack99, October 8, 2018*.