*ding* (sorry no real sound)
It's from my boss who says that I don't have to go to "the meeting". Insert self dialog:
What? No meeting? What about my spreadsheet? What about my outfit? That means I don't get to go to the President's office... bummer. ..... Who's going to take my spreadsheet?
And after all of that build up, a colleague of mine took all of the spread sheets and the meeting lasted about an hour. Done deal.
I understand that all of my information was in order. At least I can put that minute bit of experience under my "real world" belt.