Yes, my eyes roll and I dare not sit next to my best friend
lest we both get into trouble by our silent sneers or expressions.
My thoughts run rampant and in my mind I have slapped faces
at least a dozen times during the first ten minutes at this table!
Seated are my peers in academia, but some believe their position
to be loftier than others, at which, I say loudly to myself, "Humph!"
So much wasted time of my life is listening to their voices tinkling
away at my last nerve..."Won't you please shut up???," I beg from my head.
No true service are we doing here for our students, I can tell you for sure.
Seems to me that we are just stirring a pile of manure embedded in egos.
Or is it a pile of over-inflated egos embedded in the stench of manure?
It's hard to tell, because I can no longer tell the difference. I hate meetings!
They truly reek/stink/gag/nauseate/sicken/disgust/incense my senses...
Even though I am now happily retired, those dreadful memories still horrify me. It helped to vent here!
About the Creator
Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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