Every Friday I wake up and realize that life is beautiful. There is a 4-day-long weekend ahead which will be filled with blogging, writing, cooking, walking, and all kinds of fun activities. This weekend will be particularly nice since I will be planning next week's trip to New York. (Expect many more posts than usual and a variety of pictures.)
Then, the meetings, which are the scourge of every Friday, begin. The first meeting usually goes quite well. The second one makes me begin to seethe. By the end of the third meeting I'm so angry with this unconscionable waste of my time that I'm ready to boil over. Sometimes, like today, there are four meetings scheduled, most of which are an utter waste of time. The reason for these meetings is almost always the same: some bored administrator du jour decided to create yet another set of hoops for us to jump through and we readily complied.
The extent to which we allow a bunch of semi-literate paper pushers to rule our lives is amazing.