What a day. This one goes down in the annuls. Crazy. Frustrating. Total and utter waste of time. Boring. Mind numbingly so. Zoned out. Way out. Nanoo nanoo. Scotty, beam me up. Up up and away.
Yikes. Meeting after meeting sucking the life out of the team. No one wanted the talking stick. Going nowhere. Policy votes needed. Infrastructure for this dysfunctional nonprofit required. Mandated by IRS, state law and Sarbanes-Oxley. Trying to fit a tight rubber ring over an amorphous, wiggling Silly Putty of a meeting. Herding ducks. Ooozed diplomacy. Fakely (if that is a word). Treacly sweet. Just to move off center.
Frustrations high. Volunteer committee. Community business professionals. Clock ticking incessantly. Nothing happening. The chief staff honcha paranoid. Her Twinkie-fed body blocking progress ... and the door. Stuck. Endless cycling. Nowheresville.
Ha! You get what you pay for! My letter of resignation safely in my draft folder waiting. Freshly penned. Just want to get it in before my other three comrades push SEND.
Tonight the martinis are flowing ... cheers!