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26th January 2022 - Inane Meetings ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written while listening to a radio show guest hosted by Ezra Furman. One of the rubbish parts of being a Scout leader is meetings. Unfortunately any organisation of people means meetings are inevitable. UK Scout groups are arranged into districts with around 10 to 20 groups all within a specific geographical boundary. This means you need meetings for the leaders within this district. They do not happen often thankfully but they are certainly some of the most dull and pointless I have. One advantage of the pandemic and shutdowns is that we have discovered holding meetings virtually and so I can avoid half an hour driving to some weird hut or community centre. However, I am still stuck listening to people describing the activities they have been up to and panicing about what I need to say. Some people go into great depth about what they did for each week over a 3-6 month period. Others, like myself, are brutally short unless they have done something truely out of the ordinary. Then there is the awkward discussion about what we want to do and who is organising. Awkward silences when volunteers are asked for are common. We are all busy people with lifes both inside and outside of Scouting. It does not help that the person running the meeting has the charisma of a disgraced pet rock. Then the meeting gets to any other business and people suddenly don't want the meeting to end. They seem to think of the most inane dross to discuss. Your hopes of escape remain a little but soon diminish as Mr 'that week we did the 5th criteria for that badge.. oh no wait it was actually the 6th criteria' boring chops starts droning on about organising an orienteering competition again. He has done this at each meeting for the last few years and no one wants to help so it never gets anywhere. Yet he goes on and repeats the same information. Then suddenly the noise stops and you hear silence. Hopes rise again.... Ooooh was that a 'I will not take any more of your time' comment from the meeting organiser? Yes it was! Wait the couple who stare into the camera grumpily start asking daft questions. Sigh. This meeting will never end. The mind checks out. The monkeys start playing games. Occasionally the mind checks in to see if your face has glazed over. Good, still look like I am vaguely listening. Back to pondering about what you could of done with the past 2 hours of your life but realise at best you would probably be lurking on COM while listening to Anonradio. Then suddenly you hear a good bye. Confused, you ponder if you misheard. Then you hear another and it is actually over! Joy washes over and in all the excitement you suddenly cannot use a computer and struggle to find the leave button. Your face contorts and you try to keep the 'where is that bloody button' in the head. Suddenly the faces go and you are free! Dazed, confused but happy you stumble to the toilet and pee a sigh of relief. Free at last! Well... until the next meeting that is.