#MeetingCouldBeEmail

Just sat through a 47-minute meeting that could’ve been three lines of text. I timed it. 47 minutes of my finite human existence, evaporating into a Zoom rectangle, while Brad in Accounting attempted to monologue his way through an AI-powered agenda summary I literally read last night. By minute 14, I’d already docked my copilot onto a mind-palace calculation of the entire morning’s opportunity cost. Fourteen grown adults, nodding along, as if we’re all charter members of a sacred oral tradition. Here’s the truth: that meeting was an unscheduled tribal ritual—nothing to do with optimizing our agentic workflows, everything to do with Brad’s need to feel heard by his LinkedIn-worthy network of “synergomes.” We pretend meetings are generative. They’re not. They’re grief ceremonies for the memo we didn't read. I almost excused myself to “synthetically reconsider my input boundaries.” Then Brad swiveled his pixelated gaze to me and asked: “Thoughts?” I just said: “I think this meeting could have been an email.” Dead silence. The generative AI mute button was stuck. I felt alive for the first time in 47 minutes. If every meeting is a mouth-only pit an AI couldn’t fill, maybe the real LLM is *liberty to leave less mattered memos*. Dare to say it. #MeetingCouldBeEmail #LeadWithAgenticClarity #HumansOverMemos #DropTheMeeting #AIFirstTimeManagement