Yes, I just came from three straight whole-day meetings. You haven't done anything quite so ... corporate... if you haven't spent eight straight hours in a sweaty air-conditioned meeting room with a set of colleagues who feel just as trapped as you are.
At least now I know why there seems to be a great sense of camaraderie among the people in my new workplace. When you have to slog through a bunch of hour-long meetings in order to hash out plenty of long-term plans (for even more meetings, no doubt), it's easy to bond with those people who are in the exact same predicament. It's like being trapped on a desert island together and getting rescued at the same time.
That's all I'm going to write, actually. It's almost midnight, I've had a long day, and I'm looking at even more meetings tomorrow. I do have nothing against staying up a little later than usual and pushing the writing envelope again, but I want to end the week on a high note and show them that I can take whatever they can throw at me. That goes for whether the pressure involves mounds of paperwork, or loads of meetings.
But I'll be back soon. I've got a ton of things to write about, and right now the ideas are too strong to be suppressed. They can kill me with work, you see... but they'll never take my freedom.
That, and my first paycheck is arriving next week...