I had a meeting the other day. Everyone else was busy with other things, so it was just me. That CAN mean that meetings are short, as, generally, I have a good idea how to conduct a meeting efficiently, and, too, I have respect for anyone making that effort, even if it is me doing it. Mostly.
So there just being one of me there can expedite the meeting. This time wasn't like that.
More below the fleur de kos!
The meeting started off swimmingly! I was focused on the material, sticking to the itinerary. I was listening with good attention, devoted to absorbing it all, taking it in, learning. But then suddenly I found myself off on a tangent. I worked to bring it back on track, but the next thing I knew I was recounting war stories, of all things. I thought I'd let that go on a bit, then get back on track, but I couldn't help going into a few of my own, to reciprocate, and then it was off to the races, war story after war story. Good grief. Next thing I knew I had the phone out and was showing myself pictures of all kinds of things, NONE of them having to do with the meeting. It dawned on me how bad it was becoming, so I started contemplating how to get myself back. Finally I realized I was just out of control, bitching and arguing with myself, calling me names, the whole nine yards. Sometimes you get to the point where enough is enough, so I told myself off, in no uncertain terms.
And then, though still pissed about the tongue-lashing I'd received, I starting doing the 'breathing thing,' and finally my temper eased and the meeting could FINALLY resume. The remainder of the meeting zoomed by. I wrapped up, dealt with the final questions and concerns I had, and then the meeting concluded, mercifully, as you can see. With no physical harm done and, I hope, no lasting resentments or aggravations, nothing I might wind up taking out on myself later.
As I walked off I gave myself a bit of a glare over my shoulder. I glanced at the clock. 7:55 left to the day. ::sigh:: It will be fine as long as I don't have to deal with myself anymore the rest of the day. I know this from long experience.
How about you guys? You don't have anyone like that in your lives, do you?
On to tonight's comments! Formatted by brillig!
Oh, wait. I am not doing Top Comments tonight. brillig is. And that diary may be found here.
(You see: I had made a note to remind myself that I wasn't doing Top Comments tonight, but, as usual, I neglected to give it to me, thus the oversight. I really can be a pain some days. Please excuse me, and I will try to, too.)