I had a rather mortifying experience at work today. I don't really want to talk about it, but, it involves me on a conference call with about thirty other people and a rather ill-timed malfunction of the mute button.
Oh my god, I just remembered the title of this post and realized that you might have read the last sentence and assumed that I had farted-live-on a conference call. Au contraire, mon frere, I did not break wind in such a manner as to be loud enough to carry through a phone speaker, but, my faux pas was almost that embarrassing.
I don't want to talk about it, but....
...let's just say that I'm really hoping the memories of the people on that call are short, because; I have to actually meet some of them in person in the very near future and I sure as shit don't need them to remember me as that one chick from Hooterville who fielded a call from a rather challenging client while on speaker phone during a really, really important meeting.
Oh, yes, I did.
I know we've talked about it before, but; don't you think my MENSA application should be approved any day now?