Yesterday on Friday, we had another one of those weekly meetings at work. And I arrived just in time as the boss summoned us to this meeting at 09:30AM. Meetings are both useful and useless. Personally, I find the meetings are quite boring as I listen to many versions of people speaking their minds about workplace related events. Teamwork has always been evolving towards a harmonious relationship within our department and with others departments in the company.
Meetings are good. We get to stop our work and step away from our desks by getting a short exercise walking to the meeting room. Team members are encouraged to list their problems and hopefully the solutions would result after the meeting has been adjourned. The meetings seem productive at best as I realize that saying something is better.
Meetings are bad. Leaving the confines of the warm cubicle or coffee behind as it cools does not justify any member to participate in meetings. And there are people present at the meeting that I do not care to talk to because I happen to be too busy minding my own business. The meetings seem futile at best as I realize that saying nothing is better.
My concerns for better quality have been raised and are not too sure that the company listens. No amount of outside consultation could ever alter the preset procedures and policies handed down by an already established company. What becomes numbing to my sense of self worth (much like my drunken state as entered into my blog earlier last night) is the inability to actually change anything at all in the company that I had hope to work for the rest of my life.
I really meant that working with a good company would benefit from my inputs. I have attempted to voice out loud and with obnoxious tones; to lead the group to think everything is perfect (or imperfect whichever the case may be); to play dumb, weak and indecisive; and to be angry for no apparent reason. I have taken either or no side at all. I think the company really listens and improvements are implemented to make everyone happier and more productive.
I have come to the conclusion that no more comment whatsoever is perfect. And I would respond with the familiar, “[Your statement] sounds good.” Like others before me, I play ball with the rest of the sheeple because the ball started rolling long before I started working for this company. If I resist, I could be fired and freed. If I comply, I could be tired and slaved.
Likewise, there is nothing more I could blog except to play either the role of devil’s advocate of agitating the still waters of my gentle readers or the role of angelic counselor of stilling the tyranny and oppositions to my blogs. Either way is fine as long as the illusion of participating (by controlling the comments to my blogs) is eliminated because I alone created this entity, Flynn’s Blogs.
There is no need to control what people may realize has been or is already happening. My blogs should or should not matter in the ‘real’ world because the outcome is always the same. I am always right and you will always be wrong. Do I hear any comments or feedbacks? If there is none, then it is settled. There is need to worry and we should be rest assured. Everything is taken cared of by me.
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