Three-Thing Thursday

If it's Thursday, that means it's Three-Thing Thursday, which sounds very close to Three-Ring Circus, which sounds identical to Chesapeake Bay Woman's life.

Every Thursday I share three things, and you share three things. Whatever pops into your head, apropos of nothing.

For those who may have stumbled to this blog today thinking they were going to read something quaint about Mathews County, I offer my sincerest apologies for what I'm about to share with you. I promise it's not usually like this, but today I can't help it.

Let's begin.

1. Yesterday was a most stressful day at the paying job. With a thousand things going on at once; the phone ringing off the hook; people sending rapid-fire instant messages with that annoying little ping that shoots through me like a knife; and trying to prepare for being out of the office for the next week and a half, I was more than a bit distracted and stressed. When things calmed down in the afternoon, you could hear a pin drop in the office suite. However, my mind was still going a mile a minute, reviewing mental lists, trying to make sure I didn't forget anything. I was utterly and completely oblivious to my surroundings when this happened: I burped. Loudly. Very loudly.

2. Knowing full well my supervisor could hear me since she sits in the office right next to mine, I covered my mouth in shock and horror, wondering what to do. My eyes darted back and forth, beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. It was so loud there's no way she didn't hear it. My old supervisor would understand, and we'd die laughing. But this is a reasonably new manager, so I decided if she said anything, I'd lie and say it was something that fell on my desk that made an unusual noise. (Something like a burp.)

3a. Come to find out, after sitting there stewing and fretting for what seemed like days hours, I remembered that in the midst of all the earlier hullabaloo when 42 people were coming at me at once, she had told me she was going to lunch. So she was gone. She hadn't heard a thing.

Then Chesapeake Bay Woman breathed a sigh of relief so strong it blew the papers off her desk. She vowed to be more cognizant of her surroundings in the future. And perhaps to eat more slowly.

3b. Today is MENTAL PAUSE MAMMA'S birthday! Happy, happy Birthday, MPM. May your day be filled with laughter and good friends. Good friends who have sense enough not to burp in an office environment.

Now it's your turn. Please share three (or more) things. Whatever you want, anything at all.

Be sure to click on the link to MPM's site and wish her a very Happy Birthday.

p.s. Tune in again tomorrow, when I promise not to share any more juvenile (albeit completely unintentional), unprofessional office behavior better suited to the confines of a fraternity house one's own home.