morning meetings

so i just finished my wednesday morning meeting. it's from 8 to 9am, this early so that we can catch the last working hour of our US teammates. this is a weekly meeting, which means that every wednesday i have to get up at 4:30am [ snooze translation = 6:13am ], take a bath, suit up--not really a suit but you know what i mean, and then leave for work. i take a cab at this point, noticing that i only have a few minutes before rush hour traps me in the middle of the MRT. then i arrive at work just in time to open my computer, take a quick glance at twitter, then log onto the meeting. that's my wednesday.

and that's really my wednesday. the end. after the meeting, i get so little work done. i guess it's the accomplished feeling i get that i was able to lead the meeting, i was able to speak english so early in the morning and that i did not fuck up any side comments meant to add a little humor. good job, chux. now you can surf the interwebz again and go home early.

i love morning meetings. even if  you don't get anything done the rest of the day, you'll always have that one hour when you felt like you were very, VERY productive.