I was suggested to go to one of forums to be held in the next door meeting room. I thought that might be fun, so I went, but I was once again totally wrong. People from the region came in and room suddenly became so crowded. I grabbed a chair at one of the corners of our big rectangle table opposite to the host and I thought “okay, this is not bad. I can hide if the meeting gets too boring. Also, it’s close to the door”.

Agendas have been passed on from one to another. I looked at the list, nearly fainted. There were 10 things listed on that A4 paper. The first one has almost been on for 15 minutes. The host looked so serious. In the first 30 minutes, he didn’t smile once. I looked about. There is only one man in this room, apart from the host himself. He is right sitting next to me on my right hand. He is drinking coffee, and his notebook and pen keeps falling down from his lap. Poor guy, he should book a massage through Anthony next door. Two third of women in the room are oversized. They are sitting there like a big chunky of ham leg being lay on the small chopping board. One of the ladies dyed her front hair blond, forming a big contrast to her normal hair colour dark brown. Another lady sitting next to the host sounds like the first lady of UN. She keeps asking questions and her speaking pace was pretty much like what people are supposed to do in a public speech or election campaign. She should make friend with Mrs. Clinton or Vice President Ms. Rice.

However, when the meeting went up to the third point on the list, I got bored already as all people in this room have been intensively studied by me and there looks nothing more could keep me going any longer. At this time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the cakes we bought for the meeting, and how yummy they are, and which colour of them would have the best taste….. Then I put my eyes on a lady’s head. I saw a fly standing on her hair and working hard, then the air conditioning, ah…it’s a bit hot here, is the air conditioning really working? Then I paranoid…..then I’ve got an idea that I may go to the library to borrow a crime novel. I want to be stimulated on my nerves….blood, murderer, thrill moments, personality disorder, abnormal mental status, serial killer and crazy things people do…. as I am falling asleep

One and half hours later, finally, a lady stood up and said she needs to move the car as she is running out of the 2 hours parking limit. The host suggested everybody have a break to move their cars. It was like the announcement of the ending of WW2. I escaped as quick as I can, like a prisoner released from Auschwitz concentration camp. I am free now!!!

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Footnote: I didn’t go back in the afternoon as I had too much to do Once again, I was proved to be not a meeting person. I had an argument with my husband the other day. He insisted that I was a sick person because from his point of view, there shouldn’t have been anything annoyed me so badly as I got paid to go for a meeting and the time spent there. His point sounds good, but I tried, very hard. I was not convinced.