Monday, April 5, 2010

Work Makes Me Sick

I started going to a weekly meeting at work where I have to report the numbers for my work group. And as of last week, my work group consists of just me. So the responsibility for reporting the numbers and the responsibility for the reason behind the numbers falls solely on me.

So because of my crippling fear of public speaking and my crippling fear of getting in trouble at work, I was more nervous at that first meeting than I think I've ever been in my entire life. My hands were clammy, my heart was racing, and I kept swallowing and clearing my throat. I felt like Hugh Laurie was about to limp in the door and diagnose my weird symptoms.

But I managed to keep back the tears (and hold off from vomiting) long enough to read off my numbers. And the big bad boss (who scares me) just nodded and mumbled, "Good." So I survived another week. I hope he doesn't walk over to my desk right now. I think I'd have a heart attack if I got caught blogging at work.


Kelly said...

Aw, that's so funny, yet so sad all at the same time.

mike said...

This one really made me laugh. I feel your pain.