That Awful Sinking Feeling

This morn­ing around 9:50 I glanced at my cal­en­dar and real­ized that I had a rather impor­tant meet­ing at 10:00. In Sacra­men­to. 125 miles away.

As my stom­ach sank into my socks I began mak­ing those pathet­ic, des­per­ate sounds I am prone to make in such situ­ta­tions, “Urgh. Ack. Jeez. No. Must be a mis­take. Shoot. AARGH!”

That may seem mild, but I assure you that if I was pos­sessed of a more flex­i­ble vocab­u­lary I would have employed every unwhole­some utter­ance at the stereo­typ­i­cal sailor’s dis­pos­al. As it is I prob­a­bly pushed the bound­aries for some­one in my line of work–at least inter­nal­ly.

Any­way, I was out the door in a flash and arrived just in time for lunch.

As it turned out I only missed the infor­ma­tion­al part of the meet­ing and was able to be present for the deci­sion-mak­ing dis­cus­sions.

Which is for­tu­nate, because the world needs more unin­formed peo­ple mak­ing impor­tant deci­sions… 🙂