Yesterday was a Monday. Through-and-through--a certified, 100k mile warranty… Monday. From my first meeting yesterday morning until I walked in the door at almost 8 p.m. last night. Certified.
There were some good pieces of the day. First, I have teeth! I was able to bite my tongue during a meeting wherein my filter certainly needed to be replaced. You see, teeth are my backup filter. As long as I have teeth, the proverbial “Change Filter” light can come on, but I can still get through meetings.
Second, I used more than four keystrokes to return an email that I received. This may seem odd, as less is more, but the only key strokes that I wanted to use were a W, then a T, then an F, and then an enter.
Third, nobody can read my thought bubbles. Strike that, the people that can read my thought bubbles are as demented as I am. And timed correctly, mere eye contact can get us laughing—sometimes at the most inappropriate times. Last night was one of those. I was in a board meeting. In between looking on the floor for a hot poker to stick in my eye because it would have been less painful, I made eye contact with a colleague. We were toast. He started laughing, and then I followed. I had been so good to contain my laughter the rest of the meeting because, unfortunately/fortunately, I can find humor in just about anything. That split second eye contact followed by him starting to laugh was just too much. …friends often tell me I should not play poker, whatever my look was, apparently this was one of the moments.
I digress.
He started laughing. Then, I started. No Bueno. He got up and left for a bit. I regrouped. I sat there….good behavior. Serious. Contemplating if a hot poker or a bed of nails or having each hair pulled out of my head (one at a time) would hurt less. Finally, the presentation was over. Said colleague returned to the room.
After the meeting, I left. Straight faced. Filter replaced. I. Was. Professional. And then….a board member stopped me. The white haired gentleman asked, “What was so funny? I saw you giggling.”
After apologizing, I responded, “I just thought the one presentation was a little convoluted.” He replied in TOTAL seriousness, “I didn’t hear it; I turned my hearing aid off about 2 minutes in. What happened?”
My pent up laughter found its way back out.
After getting home, I received a phone call from the wife of said colleague (who is also a friend) who stated, “Please tell me the story. Every time Fred <name changed to protect the not-so-innocent> starts to tell the story, he laughs so hard, I can’t understand. He said I have to call you.
Now…why, just why, was I the one that got called out by the board member? Why was I the one to give a play-by-play of the happenings? Some say....because I start it! Oh Well. Life is short. Embrace it.
May today be full of just as many laughs, but maybe at more appropriate times!
There were some good pieces of the day. First, I have teeth! I was able to bite my tongue during a meeting wherein my filter certainly needed to be replaced. You see, teeth are my backup filter. As long as I have teeth, the proverbial “Change Filter” light can come on, but I can still get through meetings.
Second, I used more than four keystrokes to return an email that I received. This may seem odd, as less is more, but the only key strokes that I wanted to use were a W, then a T, then an F, and then an enter.
Third, nobody can read my thought bubbles. Strike that, the people that can read my thought bubbles are as demented as I am. And timed correctly, mere eye contact can get us laughing—sometimes at the most inappropriate times. Last night was one of those. I was in a board meeting. In between looking on the floor for a hot poker to stick in my eye because it would have been less painful, I made eye contact with a colleague. We were toast. He started laughing, and then I followed. I had been so good to contain my laughter the rest of the meeting because, unfortunately/fortunately, I can find humor in just about anything. That split second eye contact followed by him starting to laugh was just too much. …friends often tell me I should not play poker, whatever my look was, apparently this was one of the moments.
I digress.
He started laughing. Then, I started. No Bueno. He got up and left for a bit. I regrouped. I sat there….good behavior. Serious. Contemplating if a hot poker or a bed of nails or having each hair pulled out of my head (one at a time) would hurt less. Finally, the presentation was over. Said colleague returned to the room.
After the meeting, I left. Straight faced. Filter replaced. I. Was. Professional. And then….a board member stopped me. The white haired gentleman asked, “What was so funny? I saw you giggling.”
After apologizing, I responded, “I just thought the one presentation was a little convoluted.” He replied in TOTAL seriousness, “I didn’t hear it; I turned my hearing aid off about 2 minutes in. What happened?”
My pent up laughter found its way back out.
After getting home, I received a phone call from the wife of said colleague (who is also a friend) who stated, “Please tell me the story. Every time Fred <name changed to protect the not-so-innocent> starts to tell the story, he laughs so hard, I can’t understand. He said I have to call you.
Now…why, just why, was I the one that got called out by the board member? Why was I the one to give a play-by-play of the happenings? Some say....because I start it! Oh Well. Life is short. Embrace it.
May today be full of just as many laughs, but maybe at more appropriate times!