Tracey leaves for Marion, IL later this morning. She has to go down there for meetings all day tomorrow and won’t get home until late tomorrow night.
We both suspect she will be terribly bored and probably won’t learn anything she didn’t already know. It is far more likely she will be bombarded with ridiculous flip charts and PowerPoint presentations.
I know during my short stint at Caterpillar as an O.P. (They said that meant “Office Professional” but I always referred to it as “Office Puke” even though I was one!) meetings were the most boring waste of time. It usually meant somebody who had never done a job would lecture everyone else on what they expected to be done or result.
This also usually entailed placing blame to those in the room who “failed to meet expectations” (which meant they followed orders and were getting blamed for doing so and things got screwed up) or the mucky-muck would wax philosophical about taking all the credit for the work done by those in the room. (which meant they didn’t follow orders, got the job done right, and now had nothing to do with the success of their efforts).
I can’t wait to hear what hilarity ensues from Tracey’s meeting so I can live Office Pukedom vicariously through her!
Her new Palm has WiFi, so if the hotel and/or meeting rooms have it too, I can get real time updates from her about what’s going on and won’t even have to endure hours in the car or a lumpy hotel mattress to share in the fun!
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