My acquaintance and I, sit looking across the white mirrored table at them. Four serious faces stare back towards us. My acquaintance does the talking – he always does, thank god. One of the opposition is very animated. His hands slash the air violently like karate chops.
Around me: White board / blue text / underground / industrial / sterile.
Subdued lighting. Basement. Pinched lips. The cold stares. A base huuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm in the background + the rhythmic clicking of a pen - click...click...click
Hours gone – we can’t claim back.
Subdued lighting. Basement. Pinched lips. The cold stares. A base huuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm in the background + the rhythmic clicking of a pen - click...click...click
Hours gone – we can’t claim back.
This is today’s cell.
Oh, dear. Not all meetings are reduced to this, I hope. Time to make a break for it; get a life.
ReplyDeleteYep - just what I think every day.
DeleteSounds like mediation for divorce (or something else just as horrible). I hope there aren't too many days like this for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for leaving a comment Nessa - Just 1 day like this is too many :)
DeleteWell written, it brings back vivid memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you, very kind.
DeleteIt's sad we can't reclaim time wasted - such a finite commodity as well!
ReplyDeleteI know Joe, its such a needless waste of our time. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteThis sounds far too familiar, you captured the claustrophobia and senselessness of some meetings so well.
ReplyDeleteHi Abbey - yes I think anyone with an office job knows this feeling.Thanks for leaving a comment.
DeleteSounds a depressing place to be, well described too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sub.
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