The importance of a meeting is directly proportional to the amount of sweat secreted. This, I learned for certain today. I'm normally a rational, functioning member of society. I'd say a good 360 days out of the year, that's the case. Those other five or so days? I've got "important meetings"; which require me to wake up in a haze, forget who I am and how to tie a double windsor knot, to use MapQuest instead of Google Maps, to think a certain freeway travels East when it's really North, to park a mile away, to sprint, perspire, ramble and eventually self-destruct.
In life, I am good at most, great at others and terrible at few things. Meetings? Yeah, that falls into the latter category. Especially when I actually care about them. Ugh.
THIS, however, made me feel a little bit better about today:
Thank you, Tim and Eric. And Rainn Wilson.