Meetings

Meetings, ceaseless meetings – I've no time for anything!, I tell W. What do you talk about at these meetings?, W. says. What do they talk to you about? I tell him. There are even meetings about meetings, I tell him. Pre-meetings and post-meetings.

And sometimes senior management come and talk to me informally in my office. Sometimes junior management stop me in the corridor for a chat. And my colleagues – bottom feeders, like me – are constantly knocking on my door.

If he called a meeting, W. says, it would only have one thing on the agenda: me, my existence. He can't understand why would anyone want to talk to me about anything but me, W. says. About the horrific fact that I exist.