goddamn

    I've been stuck in a conference call for an hour and a half--with no end in sight--about the policy and procedure manual for the combined consortium of the entities of which I am a part.
    I have four documents in front of me, to which I am referring only infrequently. At the same time, I am listening to a dozen people chatter about stuff that they don't seem to understand. And putting a Band-Aid on my oozing, infected pinkie. And writing notes to a colleague. And Google-talking with one other person on the committee. And running statistics. And eating a PB&J and drinking pathetically cooled hot tea.
    I am in Hell. Jesus H. Christ in a breadbasket. This is insane. I am hungry and bored and I haven't a chance to do anything. If I had thought ahead and prepared my desk for this, I would be accomplishing something. Instead, I am tethered to my desk. This is just such a crock. The people on this committee are idiots (one other person excepted, of course). One of them, in particular, needs to be filleted alive. My earrings are jabbed into my head. My throat is dry. I want to cry.