It's when the people stealing the precious moments of your life, take five or sixty minutes out of their busy schedule of not actually working (see: meetings),

It's when the people stealing the precious moments of your life, take five or sixty minutes out of their busy schedule of not actually working (see: meetings), and dunk your head in the baptismal toilet of despair, and force you at knife point to pledge undying fealty to your own enslavement. Then they make you recite the tickets you have worked on, are working on, and shall work on, in reverse chronological order, with an alphabetical sub-sort, and then clap and praise Martin Fowler, after exclaiming each ticket number. Then, while you're waiting on the other drones to complete their turn, you stick a finger in your nose, and a finger up your butt, and each time a worker drone finishes their roll call, you switch.