Is it really too much to ask for people to have a halfway decent internet connection? And how about a microphone that doesn't make them sound like they're in a wind tunnel? Of course, as is the case every time, once the actual meeting agenda starts, Susan’s face freezes mid-sentence and you're left staring at her pixelated mug for the rest of the meeting.
And when they do, I have to endure 20 minutes of small talk and awkward silences before we even get to the point. I log on, I stare at my own stupid face, and I wait for everyone else to show up. Ah, Zoom meetings – the novel lockdown luxury that was maliciously turned into a dreaded chore when bosses around the world realized the benefits of work-from-home culture and technological advancements.īut – and this is a big but – every day, it's the same damn thing:
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