Suffice it to say, I've had quite a few "careers" between beers in my 43 years on earth. From my first job delivering pizzas, to ditch-digging, video rental retail, car sales, paper sales, selling security systems door-to-door (ironically having an elderly neighbor call the cops to report a suspicious character in khakis roaming the neighborhood), to the corporate world of IBM, GTE and Kodak to name a few (seriously, if I fax you my unedited resume, your machine will smell like a tire-fire, your secretary will slip a disc and the term "forest" will be nothing more than the name of that kid whose head you stuck in the toilet in junior high). Where the hell was I? Oh, right. The point. But there's one thing I've learned that is the eternal social-economic equalizer shared by any and all forms of employment.
Meetings suck.