Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Thank God For High Walls
So I brought fish for lunch today and halfway through my little fillet, I got horribly, horribly stuck. Did I stop shoving fish into my mouth during that first slow bite? Of course not. Quickly, the slime started rising. I ran to the bathroom, got out what I could as quietly as possible but at least I was in a stall. I could tell I didn't quite get it but hoped against hope that it would go down as the afternoon progressed. I got back to my desk at 12:27 and by 12:28 realized that the saliva wasn't going to stay down and was just about to bolt to the restroom again when my boss asks if I'm available at 12:30. "Available for what?" I asked. "A call with ____." "Ummmm....Sure." What do I do? I know I can't make it through a half hour call without this coming up but I can't very well leave the call where I actually have to contribute to go to the restroom to PB. So I get on the call, can barely squeak out my name and they ask if I or the other one from my team wants to give a quick overview. Teammate wants me to take it but I just can't....I know I can't talk with yakking so I defer to him frantically look around my ridiculous neat desk (I'm uberorganized at work) for something to PB in. Queue the starbucks cup from our staff meeting earlier in the morning (about once a month my team goes to Starbucks to chat and yes, I know, I know...Coffee House coffee). Yes, ladies and gents, right there in my Starbucks cup in the middle of my cubicle, I PB'd as quietly as I possibly could while muted on a call. Then got interrupted mid-PB with a question which I answered and then back to PB'ing I went. I finally found relief about halfway through the call. Ugh. All I can say is thank God I got that promotion and I now have high cube walls or that would've been VERY ugly.