Friday, July 15, 2016

A call mid-motion

I had a career first—I took a phone call in the middle of a shit. 

I've never been in a position where I've had to do that professionally—through I do once remember taking a personal call whilst on the toilet some ten years ago—but as part of stepping up I had to stay in contact with people; make calls, receive calls and basically push things through.

And so it came to pass that I was pushing something through when a call came in about pushing something through. I had to take it and take it I did.

Afterwards I walked through to the far end of the building to A—'s desk to tell him all about it but I was so excited he had to give me the "shh" wave in a somewhat frantic manner given my volume, the topic and all the other people working nearby.

It was both disgusting and amusing and disgusting things have amused me all my life.

So really, that was a total me moment. To have done it and then to have told people about it.

I even texted thewife. She read it to theboy; he was disgusted. 

I do, however, hope to not to make a habit of it. Not for me LBJ-esque toilet behaviour 

Besides, with my tremour-afflicted hands, to take a call from the throne is to run the real risk of my dropping the phone in the toot.

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