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… 🙂
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