Annually, we have budget meetings. I hate them. Think of the most boring, horrible class you had in high school. This is worse, because you have to act like an adult and can't groan and roll your eyes. Much.
I amused myself by writing haiku.
A budget meeting
Eight employees fade in and out
Arms crossed, eyes akimbo
Projector humming
Distant, the people who dialed in
Oops! My bra is showing
Bladder becomes full
Powerpoint slides become blurry
Will to live depletes
His tone monotone
Long pauses punctuating
Shit! My bra still shows
Next year, I'm going to fake a head injury or something. Stomach cramp. Bleeding from the ears. SARS. Existential dilemma. Suicidal tendency. Tourette's. I dunno. Something.
