Inside The Meeting

Now I normally don’t write about particular people... unless they are in my house... and once about the President... But I want to briefly sidetrack the "norm" and write about just one person.

Do not... ever... tell Michelle Carruthers anything unless you want my boss to know it, too. (If you know her - I’m sorry. If you don’t know her - consider yourself lucky.) Now I am not normally one to be so mean. But come on! If you say (jokingly) that your boss’s meetings are normally, I think I said, "boring", and the office’s AA (previously considered a friend) hears it - wouldn’t you expect your (former) friend to understand that is NOT SOMETHING YOU RELAY TO THE BOSS!!!

In the dictionary I would swear under the definition for "boring" that I have seen it read "see: Meeting". It wasn’t a personal dig on my boss... whom I hope is still a friend and is not a reader of this blog... but rather (in jest) a comment on the normal experience of sitting through a meeting. Any meeting.

But, I should have known better. I will revenge this betrayal. I am not sure how or when. But I will. Oh yes, I will.

But I still love her... after all, she is one of my two "work wives".