Consider the Daisies

If you don't like expletive laden texts, then feel free to move on and look somewhere else.  But I need to vent.

As I've been mentioning lately, I'm fed up with meetings - they stop me doing the things I'm supposed to do.

So guess what?  Next week from Monday to Wednesday how many hours of meetings?

My contract says I should be working 22 hours and 48 minutes in those 3 day.  How many hours of meetings do I have? 18 soul-sucking-never.-get-that-time-back-hours.

And as we know the normal meeting rules are: the fuckwit who doesn't understand what I do but has a great collection of bullshit bingo words and loves the sound of his own voice will drone on and on and on and after 3 hours won't have understood a fucking word of why I politely tried to say he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.

Case in point - a 30 minute meeting today that ran for an hour.  I tried several times to add something constructive to the discussion - even raising my hand in Microsoft Teams to indicate I had something to say.

Completely ignored.

The only things that can hear or see me are dogs and dead people.

This is all a fucking huge waste of my time and talents.

Seriously thinking abut going rogue and fuck the meetings.

No I don't need to document everything in JIRA or Confluence or in any of the other 5 places where we store documents.  Because that's fucking stupid.

I get the people I need, we talk, we solve and everyone is happy.

My Englisch is really fucking good.  Management speak is fucking awful.

A pox on them all.  And the next person who sends me an e-mail with "Safe The Date" as a topic is getting a hoof in the swingers.

Rant over.