Today has been the shittiest day in recent memory. Perhaps even aspiring to be the shittiest day of the year, maybe even, the shittiest day of the decade. Well, maybe not the decade. But you get the idea. [...] I had to be at this dinner (yes, dinner... not supper) @ 7:30pm. [...] [Several coworkers] were also present. In a word, it was boring. The food was good, the conversation was not always tear-inducingly sleepful, and getting [a coworker's] feedback was actually quite nice; the problem was mostly within me. Firstly I had [a] huge headache; secondly, I was dining with people whose company I didn't necessarily enjoy; and at times, these people were talking about subjects so arcane (love that word) and acronymised (jargony) that I just zoned out sometimes. I started thinking about [...] how cool it would be to have a nice taco, or Chipotle burrito. I was thinking about comics I should write. I even thought of diagramming the word "meeting," "gathering," "party," etc., on a two-dimensional, two-variable x, y space, with coordinates for "boringness" and "formality". I mean, I thought, just because we have food here, and we aren't in some meeting room, and at times (but not too often) we veer off the topic of work, it doesn't necessarily mean this ISN'T a meeting. Right? Behold:
Conclusion: If you are in a social setting organised around some theme, and you are bored; congratulations! You're in a meeting!!!
