One way to survive a large staff meeting

A long time ago, I had a job that I loved, except that there were these staff meetings every Wednesday. We'd all gather, exhausted, at 4:00, and stare in blank misery at a double-sided agenda that threatened to keep us busy, with one thing and another, until 7:00 if we were lucky. And no matter how tired we all were, no matter how desperately we all wanted to go home, there was always that one person who had just one more thing to say about every agenda item.

Many of us-- the younger staff in whose minds visions of ice-cold margaritas had been vibrating enticingly since 5:00-- were reduced to quivering wrecks by the end of each one of these things. To get through it we all had different strategies. Some people ate all of the white cheddar Pirate's Booty or the sweet potato Terra Chips provided by kind souls. Some of us drank the apple juice and pretended sadly that it was bourbon. I do not like those particular snacks and you can't fool me about bourbon, and so over the course of the year I embarked upon a series of extremely elaborate cartoons, about whatever bits and pieces of information happened to be in my head on that particular day. Here are two, in no particular order.

The other three H's are "heteronormative," "Hegelian" and "hinterland."

It means "I am Tito's and Tito is ours!" I learned it in college.