:: The meeting minutes ::

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Sometimes I fantasize about getting to the company meeting on time. I make the express train, bound off it, charge up the stairs two at a time, and run into a verdant field replete with dandelions where the meeting and I embrace halfway, locking hands and spinning in centrifugal rapture around a locus of mutual responsibility. Then the meeting and I have a impromptu picnic, where we cuddle and promise each other our undying punctuality. There are no bees.

Posted by morland @ 11:41 AM

:: Comments ::

Are you perpetually tardy to the company meeting? Does this reflect a general level of professional irresponsibility? What would your mother say?

Posted by: Al on June 17, 2004 03:47 PM

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