Our hero, caught deep within the clenched bowels of bureaucracy, desperately sought to make it through the endless conference call. Files were shuffled, meaningful dialog was attempted, and there was a glimmer of hope that the meeting would end. She could almost revel in the prospect of a schedule-free afternoon. The end of the agenda loomed large before her and then…
“…I will report back to the sub-group on this group’s comments and then circle back to the larger group on what comments the sub-group wants to accept.”
“Bu-wahhaaaaaa!” Snort. Chuckle. Snort.
The speaker glanced up at our hero with a stunned look on her face — her train of thought hopelessly derailed upon the derisive laughter lingering in the air.
Chagrined, our hero muffled her cackling with a fist full of schedules and powerpoint print-outs. The meeting plodded on for another fifteen minutes.
Where will you be when your filter breaks?
