Wrong delivery

I was hoping to be a poster child for older women working in techy comms roles during a presentation I gave yesterday.

But I stuffed it up.

I was providing an overview – to the entire staff – of a project I recently completed, but I got the windows muddled up on my laptop and fumbled it.

It was a little disheartening and also ironic, as my opening line for the presentation was a joke about how the delivery of the project often felt like childbirth. And my original thought had been to make people laugh by “accidentally” clicking onto the “wrong” window on my laptop and bringing up this image …

And then saying: “Ooops! Wrong delivery!”

But I chickened out … and then ended up giving them a different, but also wrong, delivery.

Afterwards I could smell smoke in the office when there wasn’t any, so I’m thinking my phantosmia is definitely stress related … though my curiosity was piqued by a reader who said it can also be a menopause symptom.

Bloody menopause.

The stress also set off my ear dermatitis and, as I resisted the urge to itch, I got a message from the eldest telling me that Charlie the Moodle appeared to have an ear infection and needed to go to the vet.

Fortunately the youngest was briefly in town to gather more supplies. She and the eldest took Charlie to the vet, whose diagnosis was a yeast infection and $233.

The eldest left a very neat and comprehensive diagram on the fridge of what the coming weeks look like …

When I finished my working day I took a 60-minute-long bus trip to Mona Vale, where DD collected me and treated me to Szechuan Combination at the local suburban Chinese restaurant, then lent me his old car to use during the youngest’s chemistry bridging course.

Bless him.

I’ve also tasked him with cheering me up today by ringing our travel agent to discuss options for our next holiday.

If you’re reading this DD, don’t forget!

Song of the day: Phil Collins “I missed again”