Meetings represent counterfeit humanity’s attempt at socializing toward a common purpose, the irony being, of course, that no one present has the like goal of anyone else’s. Since meetings, therefore, have their sandy foundations rooted in this lie, my reaction is one of mirth and sarcasm.

It’s impossible to respect one on the basis of one’s professional rank. Respect always results from one’s personal attributes, however related or not related to one’s job they may be, so when in a room with people who do not know one another’s honest personalities, I like to watch them to see how each person acts out his or her professional part in the play, trying to discern their individual untruths in order to glean glimmers of who they may actually be.

Had I been there, it would have wildly amused me had I been able to tell that you were ravenously hungry. I also would have inwardly (if not outwardly) mocked the lawyers’s dismissal of your interjected comments.

I rather disdain so-called professionality, anyhow, in case that hasn’t been aptly communicated, but your post made me smile on that score.

I’ve enjoyed my stay here, Miss Keli, so thanks for the ink.

Yours Truly,

-Both

you deserve an award.

Like you, I am a nut about taking good care of myself. I take the HALT (hungry, angry, lonely, tired) thing to an extreme. I take active care of myself every day, or I do dumb things that I live to regret.

Very nice post, Keli.
(Granola bars keep forever in my manbag.)

Wish I could blame a few choice moments on having not eaten. I don’t know what is stopping me, actually.

Oh, and Mr. Chicken Pot Pie needs to be sent to some sort of reeducation camp. Chicken Pot Pie is not on the list of approved foods for a lunch meeting.