Beating A Dead Horse

I know these things drive me crazy but I've learned to sit with my mouth shut and count the seconds until they are over. Even my mother, the queen harper of all, knew enough to stop beating a dead horse. But here, the lecturing and the demeaning goes on and on.

Today's cafeteria conversations confirmed my feelings. Everyone feels the same way. Nothing was learned amd the only thing accomplished was that we are all 45 minutes closer to the end of our careers.