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Company Monthly Meeting
Every Wednesday my company has a meeting after work. Not a drinking, carousing, laughing, eating meeting. Rather a staid, sad, depressing, numbers are down again meeting. It has taken on a depressingly steady downhill dour attitude for eleven months. To entertain myself, I study the players. Chostsy, who wears her dresses too tight, and plays with her legs. Barney, who perpetually looks at his phone under the table. Dramada who apparently has no life and never wants to leave. Just as we start to go, she asks a question. Only it is not really a question. It is always something more. A way to obtain accolades, attention, or credit for something. She likes to be noticed, and apparently has a terrible home life. She keeps the meeting going for another horrible extra thirty minutes or so. Every month the same scenario. One month Barney died, so I looked at my phone under the table. Dramada raised her hand to ask the question just as we started to rise to leave. “Sit back down!” the boss instructed us. Apparently she has nowhere to be either. I wish they would just stay and chat with each other.
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