when a meeting wraps up early and the organizer says, “well it looks like i’m going to give you five minutes back!”
I hate that. first of all, eff you. it’s my time and always will be. and it takes some serious balls for someone to think in their mind that I gave them anything. i’m there at their crap meeting because i can be. if I needed those five minutes, I wouldn’t need dickheads to give them to me. and my blood boils when I hear that crap.