Meetings...

I'm a farmer, but I went to a meeting today that made me think otherwise just for a moment. There were twelve people in the conference room with a long table and comfortable black leather chairs all around. Lunch was provided, minutes were taken, action items given, agenda followed, and at some points I was trying desperately to stay awake (did I mention lunch was provided?). We talked expenses and budgets, productivity and cost/benefit analyses.  I felt like I was worked in an office again. But there were differences. Ten of the twelve were wearing baseball caps. Most were in jeans and tee-shirts. Some may have smelt bad, but I couldn't tell because I probably smelt the worst.  And we talked about pigs.  Sows and boars and guilts.  And pig health and mating and litters and weaning.  Most things were over my head, being the new-guy and all.

It was the closest I've come to feeling like I was working back in the cubicle.  A button-up shirt and shiny shoes would have brought me closer.  My dirty Carhartts on the leather chair just didn't feel right.