Like anyone else, I get bored during meetings and classes. However, as previously mentioned in an earlier post, I have the uncanny ability to entertain myself pretty much all the time. When I got bored in high school, I would write poetry. I quickly discovered the best kind of poetry to write in class is haiku, due to its quick and easy format.
Today I was in a meeting at work, and found myself… less than stimulated. Hence:
with your eyes shut, little Ruth,
mole-boss in the dark.
My boss (let’s call her Ruth for now, for the sake of maintaining the integrity of the poem) has a strange habit of closing her eyes while she talks. I’m not sure why she does it, but she can deliver a whole, long, elaborately constructed sentence without opening her eyes once. It’s bizarre, and a little disconcerting.
None of the women
seem surprised that the men have
Meeting attendance by gender: Male : Female = 3:23. The three of them sat together in a little row of inadequacy. Pretty hilarious.
The men struggle to
stay awake, while the women’s
eyes, bright, sharp, alert.
It was all the three men could do to stay awake. Two of them were on their Blackberries most of the time, and the third had his arms folded on the table with his head nodding dangerously low.