Ok, so I have been a little quiet on the specifics of my new work gig. That's cuz some of it is ... shhhhh ... confidentialish and involves a non-disclosure clause.
But this one? This one must be told.
I'm in a meeting. I'm concentrating very very hard. I'm listening as assorted folk haggle over placement of paragraphs and specific word choice.
My concentration starts to drift a little, since I know someone will speak to me specifically when final decisions are made.
And, as I discreetly check my email on my iPhone, I hear something that jolts me back to reality.
"That needs to go after the gerbil response."
Gerbil? They didn't just talk about gerbils, did they?
"I agree," says another. "The gerbil reponse should come first."
Ok, gerbils. Sure. The day before I had read something about mice, so gerbils might be possible.
The conversation swirls around me. I start scanning documents for a place where gerbils might live.
And then someone who actually speaks in a clear, comprehensive, unslurred-speak manner opens her mouth:
"Janet, you'll want to put that under the durable response section."
Unfortunately, no one quite understood why I needed to clean the Diet Coke off my keyboard.