Bordom in the boardroom

I just finnished an 'important meeting' at work an hour ago. The meeting lasted for 2 hours. To sum it up it goes like this:
Management Loves you! we really Do! Tell us what you think and ways to improve our ways of managing so that we can serve you better!....? what? is that so? WOW.... Well cant you see its your fault and responcibility? (other suck ups then laugh with the management hoping to get their balls coddled) You do understand that pollicy dictates.... bla, bla, bla... and that EVEN if we can we cant.... Management Loves you! we really Do!....? what? one of us did what?....

And so on and so on.
all the while i was sitting there trying not to fade away to oblivion and yet attempt to keep my sanity. Note the key word "Atempt" cuz in my mind I am rather concerned about the sudden urge, half an hour ago, to alphabetise my cd collection, or ways to construct rows of tiny houses out of toenail clippings, earwax and scrote-hair. Yea that bored, so far i've been thinking up names to give the houses.

well, screw work and boff the lott of management loves you propaganda, thier payed to do this, and are forced to love you!