These past few weeks have been a monstrosity. Meetings, meetings to discuss meetings that were held, meetings to schedule (or re-schedule) meetings, so on and so forth. I've listened to truly brilliant people talk and have suffered through mind-numbing droll; people were entertaining whether or not they meant to be. I've listened to personal and professional drama, vital information, pointless dribble, and everything in between.
Today I reached a point. The meeting started off badly and was heading toward total uselessness when - wait for it - [i]politics[/i] made its messy flopping sound as it hit the table, dulling the atmosphere and bringing out its trademark harsh tones and childish barbs. Someone looked at me among the back-and-forth about tariffs/tweets/reports/upcoming elections - very little discussions about policies - and said "What do you think?"
Okay I wasn't dressed the same way and I didn't sing it nearly as well but I did the arms motion and sang...
….and I walked out.
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