|10:14 pm - New meeting, same crap|
I can't remember the last time I was so bored in a meeting. I stopped mentally imagining romance novels and switched to trying to guess whether the males in the room use an electric or a straight razor. I think I've decided they all use electric except maybe the QA manager. Or it could just be a really good electric razor. I think I'll shoot myself. This started from noticing the cheft chin of the supremely awesome project manager, and just transitioned from there. Now I feel like a total stalker. Ah, finally. meeting wrapup.