An "Everything" Bagel

Much like an "everything" bagel, some meetings are better left on the plate. A nice plain meeting, with a few simple ingredients -- come in, sit down, leave -- the SJG can handle.  But an "everything" meeting with too many unpredictable ingredients -- the sad-faced assistant who sits and stares, the executive who falls asleep while you're pitching, the 4.2 aftershock that rattles the building, mid-pitch, the ejector seat that spits you out when you're done -- I could do without.  Why am I bothering you with this?  Just be patient.  There's a reason.  The meeting I'm supposed to go to with the lovely Kelly is starting to feel a little half-baked.  They've rescheduled it 18 times in the past two weeks (slight exaggeration) and already I'm experiencing Pre-Traumatic Meeting Disorder. Reschedule a meeting with the SJG and the lovely Kelly once, fine.  Call at 9:50, when we're practically out the door for the 11 o' clock meeting, and tell us "we have to reschedule," not good for the wavering-esteem-writer psyche.  Not good at all.  Reschedule the meeting and postpone the @#$%'n meeting again, as happened yesterday, and the SJG and the lovely Kelly start to question our entire writerly existence.  Oh, Hollywood.  Can't you just behave for once?  Can't you be a nice bagel?  Must you be so seedy?  So full of sesame, poppy, onion, garlic, caraway, and salt?  So "everything"?