There was a budget meeting today. There were a few contentious issues to discuss, and a few weeks ago I might have ducked this meeting, but the new me decided to turn up.
We were all seated waiting for Stuart to arrive, twiddling our thumbs. After he arrived and sat down it occurred to me that he’s always the last seated. I don’t think it is out of politeness (or impoliteness), though, it’s just that he doesn’t want anyone to see the bald spot on top of his head. Then he complained that everyone was whispering. The silly old bugger is going deaf.
About halfway through a fairly heated meeting, in which I made sure I was having my say when I thought it was appropriate instead of sitting there hoping no-one would look at me or ask me anything, I shifted in my chair a little. Unfortunately, this resulted in a small but audible fart sneaking out. The smell wasn’t terrible, but it was there. People did look at me. Stuart of course had to ask me if I had anything else to add.
I think I’m going to have to take two weeks off until everyone forgets the incident. At least it wasn’t a sneeze, as that’s even more frowned on than farting in these COVID-aware days. I don’t think today’s meeting is going to improve my chances of promotion, though.
Then, when I got home, I had a phone call from the local vet. Apparently Ductile has been staying at someone else’s house for a few days, so the people in the house took her to the vet, who read her microchip to see if they could find the owner. The vet said if not, the people who brought her in would keep her. The vet is closed now, so I’ll have to retrieve her in the morning.