They do choose their moments, don't they (self.Blind)
submitted by DrillInstructorJan
So I try to be as much of an open book as I can. Even if it's at the end of the day, I'm exhausted, I'm on my way home via a carefully arranged stop at starbucks at the end of a long week of early starts and late finishes, even if it is a disability question I have heard a thousand times, I'll do my best to answer it. The more we do that the better a place the world is, or at least that is the idea I cling to at moments like this. But in the name of your favourite supernatural entity, the world does seem determined to test me on this one.
My not working from home days are quite long and tiring because of the commute. I am a musician and by late afternoon one day last week we were having quite a technical conversation about some music that had to be played in such a way that it would fit in with some other parts to be recorded by other people another day. I had to check something in an email, so I pull out my phone while continuing the conversation with two other people. It is quite a complicated discussion about a potentually expensive mistake so I am concentrating. "Hey, um, Jan," says someone else, in that tone of voice that lets you know what is coming. "How do you even use that phone."
I remove all of the space between my upper and lower teeth, but go through the process of turning off my earbuds so they can all hear the thing talk. Ten unproductive minutes later we are back on the job. Later that day I miss my ideal train home by less than ten minutes, which obliges me to spend another ridiculous amount of money at starbucks while I hang about.
I don't mind, I really don't, but... over lunch, maybe, or while we're driving somewhere. Not in the middle of the job, not in the middle of the day, jeez. It's not about being offended. It's about being late.