And eat their sandwiches too...

They lure us with their fancy sandwiches and baskets of crisps, grapes, orange juice and high expectations. But do they really want us to attend? I hate the constant Steering Group meetings at my work place. They are such a façade. Collaboration my arse. One person (usually the same person) always has their hands placed firmly on the wheel, their eyes staunchly fixed on the road ahead, and the rest of us are the squabbling children in the back seat. If the driver could have it their way, they would kick us all out and make us walk. That way, they could have all the power and eat their sandwiches too.