I just got out of a meeting here at work. As meetings go around here, this one wasn’t too bad - it wasn’t filled with awkward attempts to teambuild or with too many inane questions. Nothing is more frustrating than sitting through a meeting with people incapable of thinking for themselves. At a recent meeting we were discussing a new dress code that would be taking effect in a few months. People were freaking out about it and asking the dumbest questions:

“Do we have to wear a belt?”

“What if one of my shoelaces is slightly frayed?”

“What if a typhoon somehow attacks us though we lie at the center of a continent and I’m forced to commute to work via canoe and the cuffs of my shirt are slightly dampened?”

“What if accidentally alter my DNA and I begin mutating into a man-insect hybrid, much like Jeff Goldblum in ‘The Fly’, and my fingers fall off and some the the acidic puss stains my dockers?”

These questions generally go on for about 40 minutes while I sit there and doodle on my notepad. It’s a facinating life life I lead.