I left the house at 10 am yesterday and returned at half past midnight.
I was away for fourteen and a half hours; drove two hundred and sixty miles and spent six and a half hours in meetings.
It’s Friday morning, and there is now two days work to do.
I remembered the words of a fax I got from a friend in the mid-90s, before we all had email.
“Are you lonely ?
Work on your own ?
Hate having to make decisions ?
Rather talk about it than do it ? Then why not
“HOLD A MEETING”
You can get to see other people
Sleep in peace. Offload decisions
Learn to write volumes of meaningless notes
Feel important and impress (or bore)
And all in work time !
The Practical Alternative to work”
A colleague in the North used to have a plaque on the wall of the vestry of his church:”For God so loved the world, he did not send a committee”.
Does half of what I do have anything to do with Jesus? If it hasn’t, why am I doing it?