Barbara has been at her computer for 45 minutes. Concentrating intently. However, she hasn’t touched her keyboard. The only thing moving is her mouse. Click click click.
Miranda walks up to her.
Miranda: (Silly question, really, but one has to start somewhere) You’re busy?
Barbara: (Not even looking away from the screen) No way. But since your little stunt last week, okay, our little stunt last week, okay actually your little stunt last week made them block facebook, I’ve been trying to make do with this Google plus nankani. Look, they have games.
Miranda: (Peers at screen) Zombie Lane. Yeah, that’s an entertaining game. For like four days.
Barbara: I wish the zombies made a sound when you killed them. Like, wailing or something cool and gruesome.
Miranda: (Shuffles nervously) Um, Barbara, I’ve been sent to …
Barbara: They’ve told you to come and fetch me to attend their gu-meeting? These people have a lot of faith in your competences. Either that or they wanted you out of the room for half an hour so they could gossip kko about you. They want to discuss whether you bought your hairpiece in Wandegs.
Miranda: They told me to come and remind you to attend the meeting… and I got it at Centenary Park.
Barbara: Miranda, these meetings don’t just suck, they suck something! The life-force out of your bones, the vitality out of your soul; they suck intelligence, they suck actual intelligence out of your brains! You come out of an office meeting at least– and this is demonstrable– at least 7 IQ points less than when you entered. What you are doing is reminding me that there is an opportunity to become stupid that I am supposed to attend. And which part of Centenary Park?
Miranda: There is a boutique that belongs to my aunt. But now I just go back and tell them what when they ask?
Barbara: (Turning back to the game) That you couldn’t find me. They probably expect me to be hiding anyway. I would have been in the gents right now, but this game is kind of addictive. The zombies die nicely.
Miranda: Yeah, especially when you use the laser on them.
Barbara: Which laser?
Miranda: Let me show you…
Meanwhile in the conference room:
Alphonse: (Short, round, wears glasses, is not even thirty but hairline is receding, talks as if he is campaigning for Guild President) But I think we should talk about how to map the way forward we need to consolidate our approach in a way that is in line with the gains made so as to maximize benefits.
Angella: (Has been fiddling with her blackberry the whole time) I thought we were still talking about people taking home sugar and toilet paper.
Alphonse: Some of us who don’t pay attention in meetings are causing a problem. If we don’t all move together as one, how are we going to achieve our goals? We need to all be in step if we are to reach our desired destination.
Angella: Me I don’t take home your sugar and toilet paper.
Alphonse: But it is..
Angella: For us in Naalya we have enough sugar in our houses, so that part doesn’t concern me. I think I can at least check my feed.
Alphonse: I move that we pass a resolution to impose a limit on these technological devices in our meetings.
Angella: That’s why these meetings take so long. Because instead of saying “phones” people want to say long words. That I hear “Technological devices”.
Miranda opens door softly and creeps in
Barbara comes in after her, swings door wildly open, slams it behind her.
Hellen: (Who has been chairing the meeting) Barbara, glad you could join us.
Barbara: Sorry I could only come in when you are about to end (Loaded hint)
Alphonse: Is it in order for members to beat the dowa like that when they come in late?
Angella: (Now quite pissed off) By the way, Alphonse, if you are not the one, you tell me—how much is a roll of TP in the shops, eh? How much is one roll?