{"id":582,"date":"2007-01-23T05:48:00","date_gmt":"2007-01-23T05:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/index.php\/2007\/01\/23\/2007-1-23-the-editorial-meeting-html\/"},"modified":"2018-06-13T01:28:20","modified_gmt":"2018-06-13T01:28:20","slug":"2007-1-23-the-editorial-meeting-html","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobtherieau.com\/blog\/2007\/01\/2007-1-23-the-editorial-meeting-html\/","title":{"rendered":"The Editorial Meeting"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Friends,<\/p>\n

I spent the weekend in America’s Finest<\/strike> Just Okay<\/strike> Merely Adequate<\/strike> Barely Passible City for work-type meetings and have had a surprisingly good time. Surprising, after Friday’s meeting called by the higher-ups about how we suck. That wasn’t exactly name of the event. Something about data collection and reports and the dullness and dryness that middle management functionaries wallow in, but I’m mostly not allowed to talk about it. I guess they’re very sensitive. You know, about their crabbiness.<\/p>\n

The funny thing is this. I called it a week ago. I accused them of holding a grand “finger-pointing exercise” and wanted no part of it. Tempers flared, accusations were leveled, and my presence became mandatory. Speaking of inappropriate, I probably shouldn’t have told Mr. Boss “I told you so,” but that’s how it went. Cripes, what a nightmare.<\/p>\n

But wait! What about the mailbag? We don’t have a mailbag. Okay, we do, but nobody sends anything to it. That’s not to say the we don’t receive criticism. Let’s chat with the editor:<\/p>\n

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