After four and a half days of six hour-long meetings with minimal breaks, I developed a sore on my rear.
(Allow me to pause while I compile a list of delicate terms for my hindquarters.)
It was located in a spot where I couldn’t see it unless I … repositioned some of the flesh padding my tailbone.. I couldn’t use a mirror because I would have need several tilted mirrors reflecting each other like the inside of a periscope.
I did all of this during the lunch break. At one point, Gary yelled through the bathroom door that there were a lot of butt pillows at his parent’s house, and he could pick one up. I came out of the bathroom to say no, not that big of a deal, probably just a pimple or infected hair or something.
And then faintly, from my room I could hear “Oh it’s Ellen.” ‘Ellen! Mute!” ‘Somebody mute her!” Yes, I had neglected to mute when I went to lunch, I just shut off my camera, and about five coworkers decided to skip lunch or came back early and keep working while some people with work-life balance and sore bottoms had husbands yelling at them about butt pillows.
I apologized and one person said, it was okay, they all understand, (unspoken: because they have children) and then muted myself for the entire rest of the day.