
The Meeting Nobody Owns
Weekly cross-functional sync. Eight attendees. No agenda. No notes. It had been on the calendar for two years and nobody could name who had created it.
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Weekly cross-functional sync. Eight attendees. No agenda. No notes. It had been on the calendar for two years and nobody could name who had created it.

Twelve people, fifteen minutes, every Tuesday for three years. The meeting outlived the project it was built for by twenty-eight months.

Three days, a venue in the Berkshires, an agenda with seventeen sessions. Nine days before it was scheduled, I cancelled it. The team thanked me twice.

Weekly thirty-minute slots with seven directs for two years. The first month I deleted them, nobody noticed. The second month, the team got faster.

Eleven people, ninety minutes, three slides. The number on the last slide is the one everyone believes, and the one nobody would stake their own money on.

Thirty minutes a week for eighteen months, opening with the Q3 rollout. The manager had built a standing meeting that wasn't management.

A standup that never changes anyone's plan has stopped coordinating and started reporting to the manager. Kill the format; ask one question instead.

They sat through forty-five minutes of updates they could have read in a doc. Nobody asked a question. The CEO called that clarity. It was resignation.