Minutes of meeting. 7/2/2007
I hold my Department meeting every Monday morning. 3 managers, 1 assistant manager, 3 consultants, and my secretary. The time limit I impose on this meeting is 30 minutes, no more. Anything more than that in a meeting is a waste of time, in my opinion.
This morning, I queried the table about some submission drawings that were not in my department’s records. I had earlier sent out a letter making an official request for the many missing drawings, and that all the consultants were supposed to submit the drawings immediately.
Today’s meeting managed to piss me off and make me do my “House” impression.
Consultants : Mr Snark, we have already submitted our drawings to your predecessor.
The Snark : What do you mean, submitted? There are no drawings in my department.
Consultants : Maybe you better check with your D&C section head.
D&C : We don’t have the drawings.
Consultants : We gave you the drawings.
D&C : We never got the drawings.
Consultants : We sent you the drawings.
The Snark : (shouts) Gentlemen. I have D&C saying we don’t have the drawings, and you Consultants are saying you sent them over. But I have no drawings in my office. Are you trying to tell me that I have a giant fucking rat in my office running around eating drawings?
D&C : (laughs) (laughter quickly dies when he realises he’s laughing alone and no one else around the table is laughing with him).
A silence descends around the table…
The Snark’s secretary : Boss?
The Snark : Yes?
The Snark’s secretary : Do you want me to put the word “fucking” into the minutes of meeting?