Zel-kun’s Words

At 1:20pm, about the time I consider going to lunch, one of my bosses announces there will be a meeting at 2:00.  I ask the boss to confirm it, and to give him a chance to tell me not to go, which is sometimes the case being as I’m not an employee, “We’re having a meeting at 2:00?”  To which he confirms.

This is incredibly short notice.  Worse than that, being as meetings can run for an hour or more, it means that I either eat now (and take a half-lunch), or wait until maybe 3:00 or later to take lunch.  Being as I am hungry and don’t want to wait a couple hours, a co-worker and I decide to take lunch in time to be back for the meeting.

We make it back at 1:50, after hastily eating Taco Bell (not a good thing, my stomach is a little upset at that), and prepare for the meeting.  I get my pen, my pad of paper, and make sure my hair (which is becoming long and hard to manage) is neat, being as the VP of IT is calling the meeting, a man who could make sure I never work in IT again if he wanted.

I am stopped at the door by another one of my bosses (I have eight bosses, Bob), and am told, “You can’t come to this meeting.”  I then stand aside to let the rest of my co-workers enter, and see the door close.

Nice.  Not that I mind being excluded from a meeting, they are generally rather pointless and boring affairs, but I cut my lunch short for it, and that’s not cool.  You may ask if I can use that half-hour lunch to leave half an hour early.  I would say that’s not bloody likely.

Zel-kun out.