Race to meeting, deliberately 13 minutes late (fuck ’em).
Lifeless drones, direct reports, sit in their chairs trying to hide their contempt (fuck ’em).
I ramble off about a bunch of bullshit I saw on some management site (fuck ’em).
It’s 20 minutes past the meeting’s end time (fuck ’em).
I’m still rambling on about dashboard and synergies. Do I even know what I’m talking about (fuck ’em)?
