Meetings are such a bore. I hate boredom. Therefore I conclude that I hate meetings.

Before, we used to hold a meeting in a swanky hotel. It came with a sumptuous buffet plus an open bar. It was attended by VIPs, our American bosses. That was before.

Now, the meeting was just held in our office. There was no free food and drinks. Our American bosses were just talking on the big screen, with the magic of computer and projector.

All that change was brought by one word—crisis. Right now they call it global financial crisis. Sometimes I don't want to be in a meeting anymore, especially in an emergency meeting. For sure, it's bad news—no promotion, no increase, lay offs. What's next? Or who's next?

The management decided to cut off some operational expenses as well as some unlucky employees. The air-conditioning was put to low and was turned off even if there were still people in the office. But they would still strictly impose the dress code, long sleeves, tuck in, and all. They took away the paper towels from the pantry. They limit the printing and use of paper. They say all these are for the environment. How about the poor people who got laid off? Explain that to Mother Nature.

Then they will say you are lucky that you are still with us and have a job. Overtime without pay. Night shift. Career shift. No one is complaining. All should be grateful. Everyone needs a job these days.

When there's a meeting again, what should I do?
   a. Attend it and switch to auto-pilot mode.
   b. Skip it.
   c. Hide in the bathroom.
   d. What meeting?!