A Day of Meetings

I don't post much about my job, but tommorow is the dreaded, every three or four month or so 8:30 AM "company" meeting. For me this involves geeting up about three hours earlier than normal, cramming fancy meeting bagels into my mouth like they're going to be taken away from me at any moment, and waiting patiently for the meeting to be over while hoping no one brings up the fact I blog, write 5 act plays, e-mail, surf craig's list, order products, check out ESPN.com (batting averages and all), read the news, check out movie schedules, do all my banking, and check out myspace while also peppering the average day with some actual work. Various resolutions to various clinic problems (most related to insuarnce billing) are suggested at these meetings, most of which I can't even pay attention to at the time, much less remember, and then nothing ever, EVER changes as a result of these meetings. Except maybe I gain weight from all the fucking bagels.

Later I'll be meeting my father at Kahn's Mongolian Barbacue (the one out in Roseville) for dinner. We try to find areas of the Twin Cities equally annoying for each of us to get to, since he lives out in Maple Grove and I live in St. Paul. "Hello, Father," I will say to him, "would you like peanuts with that hands free cell phone?"

On Saturday I will be 27 Earth years old. When I was eight I wanted to be a baseball player or a writer.