Disclaimer: these actions may or may not have taken place in a place that may or may not exist. The names of the characaters are real and they may or may not live in the nation of Unutopia.
The youngins have their presentation and since I am no longer a youngin it is mandatory that I attend to show my support. It’s really no big deal as I get to spend 2 hours away from my desk, even though trying to stay alert for a 2 hour presentation can be a struggle. We trickle into the conference room, my boys and I; they look good as always, I look normal – SirReal the frugal master, brings his aura of course and through him I feel super cool. I look around the room for familiar faces motion towards MatMan and I give him a hug. It’s been ages and he is beginning to look like Jesus. His mom hooked me up with cool tix and I still owe him dinner. The room isn’t filled yet and I begin to worry for these youngins…but it was a matter of time before execs came through. We found our way to the back of the conference room (just like cool kids sit at the back of class). I made sure to sit next to Compadre. You see, he always falls asleep during meetings and I am responsible for kicking him so he doesn’t embarrass himself. The presentation kicked off and at first it sounded like an automated message, which was amusing, then the kids began ramble on and on about what and what.
An hour and fifteen minutes into the presentation, I am restless; what to do? what to do? who to make fun of? who to make fun of?…I look around the conference room and AHAH! Right situation, wrong victim; MotherHen was dozing off. MotherHen is the one person I wouldn’t want to make fun of on a normal day. Besides being an exec she is just too cool and looks out for the boys and I. BUT, it wasn’t a normal day and I needed to be amused. So I told the boys, “11 o’clock”, they looked and we all starting laughing…silently of course (God forbid we disrupt the presentation). You could tell that MotherHen was struggling…she tried so hard. She tried playing with her blackberry but even that didn’t work. She kept nodding off and I hoped that no one else noticed. Alas, MotherHen wasn’t the only one struggling, over at 9 o’ clock another exec was picking his nose…3 o’ clock was having a conversation in her friend, 4 o’clock was itching for a ciggi break…and my side of the clock was just useless. Then it hit me, these people are just as bored as I am. These people are human!
It was wonderful!