+ 1 routinely long-winded speaker, particularly prone
+ 1 moderator with a special fondness for long, drawn
out, and often awkward pauses
+ 1 particularly problematic credit deal
x a whole lot of variables
+ 1 female bladder full of oatmeal, strawberries, and
75 oz of water (all consumed between 8:00am-9:30 am)
= certain death (by explosion).
I guess it's technically not certain death. Against all odds, I did survive. Barely.
On the plus side (besides survival, and besides not losing it in my boss' office, of course):
- I learned the true meaning of fervent, sincere prayer and
- I'm pretty sure I set a new record for fastest sprint in 3 1/2 inch heels.
- I couldn't tell you what we discussed in the meeting.