9:50 a.m.
I'm sitting in a team meeting at work.
Our agenda is to discuss our agency’s presence at an upcoming city career fair-held on a Friday I might add. I work for an agency that brings community-wide programming such as workforce development initiatives, adult education, and youth services.
Have you ever been in a meeting and you feel like the street view you see out the window with the passing cars is more interesting then the meeting you’re in? This morning, I sit in a meeting I'll describe as “nails on a chalkboard.” I’m daydreaming. Looking out the window wondering where the people in the passing cars are going. Are they going to their jobs? If so, are they happy there? Do they feel fulfilled?
I’m jealous. It’s not fair. The passing drivers have the freedom of the road right now while I’m being tortured in this meeting. Wait a minute…what just happened? At this very moment, I’m asked to come up with suggestions to an event I was just forced to attend. Hold on. Can I think about Your decision for a moment? Where is the justice? Personally, I was looking forward to having a Friday of peace and quiet in the office.
Initially, all but three of the staff was scheduled to attend. I wasn't one of them. Now, because my colleague just announced she’ll be heading out of town the morning of the event and can't go- I have to take her place. To make matters worse. Our boss is talking to us as though we’re all children. But looking around the table, there’s no one younger than 39 years old. I think the oldest is 72 years old. Yes, 72. Every other question she asks our blank faced group is, “Are you all following me?” Then, a few thoughts more, she asks, “Do you understand?”
