The meeting started at 10am. It was about a new project. The boss asked what ‘autonomy’ means to us? A homosexual spoke up “i was at a festival recently and the band cut off the head of a Tony Abbott figure whilst a giant penis sprayed fake blood over the crowd”.
I tuned out about then.
The boss asked me a question at one point and I mumbled enough for her to leave me alone for another half-hour. During that time the discussion turned into a free for all about my coworkers mental issues.
The boss asked me how I was. I said “I’m ok…sorry”. There was silence, the boss then said “that’s ok, we want you to feel good”.
Again I tuned out.
The meeting seemed to be drawing to a close after further rambling. I realised I needed to say something. “Perhaps” I interjected, the boss cut me off “Clyde speaks” I reply without blinking “and the heavens open”, then I summarised their points in a finer vocabulary than they’d use and add an idea under one of the subheadings on the whiteboard.
Everyone murmured in agreement.
I don’t fit into modern society. I’m sought of a nothingman I guess.