ivyblossom | The meeting that never was

Update: After staying up late worrying about this untitled meeting in my calendar, and fretting about it all the way to this VoIP session I was heading to, I spent a very entertaining morning with men in suits who use words like "utilize" and "presence management" while showing us their butt-ugly IM client that they think is the latest and greatest in the corporate world while asking us questions like "So, which of you are the tech guys?" and passing around their BlackBerrys so we can all see how busy and cool they are. I got to wear a little visitors pass that said "MUST BE ACCOMPANIED AT ALL TIMES". Very swanky place. Lots of greased hair and, inexplicably, really baggy pants. Why do men wear baggy dress pants to work? What are they concealing under all that fabric? Makes you want to write corporate slash, I tell you. (Their muffins, however, were crap. I'm prepared to go on the record about that.)

And when I got back, there was no note on my desk from anyone I had warned about my possible 9 o'clock meeting that might spontaneously attempt to occur without me. No email from anyone asking me where I was. No phone messages from an annoyed faculty member chiding me for standing them up. No tears, no screaming, no stern looks. Silence. Nothing.

Did I make up this phantom meeting? Apparently I did. I think I do it as my daily cardio workout. Thanks to everyone for their support. I couldn't have made it through without you.