The Lady Hooligan’s Page

I hate meetings. I’m on record for hating meetings, especially if they happen to be a waste of Yours Charmingly’s time and energy. And I especially hate meetings that drag on indefinitely, as African meetings tend to do.

On my way to work this morning, I got a text message from the boss asking me whether I have received notice for a meeting at 9. As it happened, I hadn’t, so I sent a text message back: what meeting? Something about a holiday programme and job descriptions. And then I phoned her and excused myself. Fortunately, I had made arrangements with people who would come to assemble some furniture today (they did) and had stacks and stacks of busywork to complete (which I finally did, as well!)

The other boss came around at about 11, to check up on the truant employee, and then found that not only was I busy with useful things, but that the arrangements I had made had been met!

This is what I actually DO in my little library: (Keep in mind that I’m the only employee there!)

• Stamp out books
• Shelve books and control shelves while I’m at it!
• Sort membership cards and issuing cards.
• Cover books
• Dust shelves
• Sweep floor
• Mop floor (once a week)
• Make coffee
• Wash cups
• Clean the toilet
• Clean the basin
• AND be nice to ornery old ladies!!!

I don’t think they’ll have all this on their list, so I can relax and simply sign what they have finally decided on.

No meeting necessary.