I was really late to a Zoom meeting with, oh, 100 people. You’d think no one would notice, especially my department leader.
Nope. He noticed because he’d been waiting half an hour for me to join so he could ask me questions on the chat about the status of another project I’m on. The chat said, “Can you give me a percentage complete?”
I typed, “Of the 8,000 courses I have received I have completed about 400.”
He immediately typed back, “So, 5% completed. Thanks for the update!”
That number sounded odd to me, so I asked Alexa. “Alexa, what is five percent of eight thousand?”
Alexa confirmed my department leader’s math was correct.
My department leader typed, “You’re not on mute” in to the chat.
SO humiliating. A trifecta of humiliation. Doubling down on the shame of being late, now the Department Leader knows I don’t trust his math, that I’m so bad at math I have to ask Alexa, plus the person running the meeting knows I’m not listening at all.
Not a good meeting.
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Awww. That is miserable. But is almost certainly already forgotten by almost everyone, so there is that. But uuugh.
Oh WOW. May tomorrow be a significantly better day for you.
KC – I have forgotten it, because today I deleted my most important work file, discovered I screwed up the title for the Mini I bought in ‘04, the garage door on Moms old house broke and the renters haven’t met the new property company so they called me, and I screwed up my mail password. It’s been such a cluster of firms and notaries and e-signs that yesterday seems like a holiday.