Interpretating the trauma

Another affirmation today that it is absolutely imperative I leave this job as soon as possible. As a favour to a so-called friend, I sat in on what was probably the worst meeting ever held: in this building; at this company; in the world -- its scale was incalculable. Its sheer pointlessness was impossible for my non-physics-post-grad, 3-dimensionally entrapped brain to quantify. There existed such a vacuity of worthwhile human thought that I feel like a good percentage of my brain cells have evaporated into the ether. I have to write this now, before the trauma of irretrievably losing an hour of my life in such an inhumane manner obliterates the memory from my shattered psyche.

By the 45th minute of arguing over the colour of the boxes in the table of results, I wanted to harm myself.

Biggest sign the meeting was chaired by a higher intellect:
Use of the word "interpretating"