It came from the conference room…

September 30th, 2007

I’m writing my next PayScale story, and I need anecdotes about your worst workplace meeting ever! I’ve been in meetings where someone fell asleep (OK, it was me), the person who called the meeting had no idea why we were all there, the meeting went on so long we all had to work overtime to get our daily to-do lists done…but that’s nothing new. What nightmares have you experienced in the conference room? Did the batphone for those lucky enough to telecommute blow up? Did someone have a seizure and yet your manager continued to drone on as though nothing had happened? Was there a Jerry Springer-esque smackdown in which the attendees removed their earrings, shoes, ties, and shirts before beating each other to a bloody pulp with their laptops?

Send me your best TRUE meeting nightmare tales — either in the comments below or via this email addressby Monday, October 8. Let me know if I can use your first name, industry, and city, or if you prefer to remain anonymous (in which case, you will get a pseudonym if I use your horror story in the piece). I will snail mail the person with the craziest TRUE meeting nightmare tale a signed copy of my book. Okay? So start dishing… Thanks.

Entry Filed under: Coffee break,Overworked and underpaid

3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Judy  |  October 7th, 2007 at 8:42 am

    My worst meeting ever was an editorial meeting at High Times. I was the managing editor and the editor-in-chief had decided to hate my guts and to make his point, he ignored my existence. I could walk up to him, scream his name in his face and wave my hands in the air and he would look right past me. Stupid pothead.

    Anyway, at this meeting, we were all supposed to come up with story ideas. I came up with a good one, which everyone else liked, but as I didn’t exist in his world, he ignored. Ten minutes later–in the same meeting–he told us about a great story idea that had just come to him. MY idea. The one I’d just announced to the entire group. Everyone’s jaw dropped as they turned to look at me. I just shrugged.

    I was kind of glad he did it because my coworkers got to see first hand what a complete jackass he was.

  • 2. Michelle Goodman  |  October 7th, 2007 at 12:23 pm

    judy, thanks for sharing. i knew i could count on you for a great tale.

  • 3. The Anti 9-to-5 Guide &ra&hellip  |  October 22nd, 2007 at 12:33 am

    [...] Thanks, everyone, for sending in your best Meeting from Hell stories. Who knew there were so many drunk, stoned, vomiting, conniving, idea-snatching, lobotomized, obsessive compulsive, and three-blinks-shy-of-a-nervous-breakdown managers out there? The PayScale story I wanted them for will be out in November and I’ll link to it here once it’s live. If I decided to use your story, I sent you an email confirming as much. Meanwhile, congrats to Marie, who sent in a tale of a rubber chicken-wielding intoxicated client who used a meeting with her as an opportunity to do his personal car shopping. Complete with phone haggling! With a bunch of car dealerships! [...]

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