sawyl | It means nothing (Reply)

Another day of near total pointlessness. Another day of existential angst and ennui. Another day when I didn't write up the minutes for a meeting held two months ago, even though the next meeting is tomorrow and I'm going to have to sacrifice one of my morning coffees to attend; to attend and to sit there contemptuously writing single word summaries of five minute tirades.

Maybe tomorrow, while I'm sitting around in my meeting failing to take proper notes, wondering where my life went wrong, wondering what I did that caused me to end up in this purgatorial wasteland, a living Ship of Fools, burning the best years of my life in censer of pointless bureaucracy, I'll be able to take ease and comfort in the soothing words of Houellebecq:

I don't like this world. I definitely do not like it. The society in which I live disgusts me; advertising sickens me; computers make puke. My entire work as computer expert consists of adding to the data, the cross referencing, the criteria of rational decision making. It has no meaning.

God knows, there's nothing more meaningless than taking minutes.