Thursday, September 14, 2006

Death By Meeting


Today, one of my clients tipped me off to a book called "Death by Meeting" by Patrick M. Lencion. The concept of death by meeting (and IMMAT's helpful contribution in relieving ass fatigue) has been documented by many of our glowing testimonials this past week. Make sure you join the ranks of those "in the know." Order your IMMAT today!!

2 comments:

BK (aka "Don't Touch Me") said...

WOW! What a difference an IMMAT makes!

First, a little background: I'm a 23-year-old male, 6'4" tall, slim and muscular with a full head of wavy hair ... who is cleverly disguised as a 40 year old couch potato, balding, overweight, and a little "under tall" ..some might say, "vertically and horizontally challenged." Man, I tell you, my ass was so tired from growing older. I've seen infomercials about all kinds of miracle products, hair clubs, and shoe inserts, but nothing ever seemed to work for me. A friend of mine suggested IMMAT. I put on the IMMAT bracelet and noticed the very next day..... that I was absolutely no taller, I had lost 67 more hairs (hey.... when it starts to go, you notice these things) and thanks to the buffet, I had probably gained a pound or three. I looked down at my wrist, rubbed my IMMAT, and realized I REALLY DON"T CARE!!! My dogs still love me, my wife and kids still tolerate me, and my friends, if I had any, would just have to accept me for who I am. How about that for a revelation?

I showered (and lost 30 more hairs), got dressed (in my seemingly shrinking clothes), and went to work. Immediately, I was called into a meeting. Not just ANY meeting, but a meeting to plan when we are going to have a meeting.... that's right, we were in a meeting, trying to decide when a good time would be for all of us to get together and have a meeting....without a doubt "it made my ass tired." ....As my eyes rolled up in the back of my head, and my ass went numb, I looked down at my trusty IMMAT and had a brainstorm. I made an abrupt jerking motion, (kind of like I'd been shocked, or maybe it looked more like a seizure). I reached down, picked up my pager (the one that hasn't worked for a year and a half), and announced, "I'm sorry, whatever you all decide is OK with me, I have to take this." I then promptly left the room. Such ingenuity clearly came as a result of "de-stressing" with my IMMAT.

Thanks again IMMAT. Because of you, my ass may never be tired again!

Dex Wineslacker said...

Beautiful, I'll have to get one. I just need to get off my tired ass and order.