28th
How not to talk about it.
You know when, at the bathroom sink at work, there’s water pooling up near the counter’s edge? And as you lean against it to wash your hands, your pants soak it up, making it look like you peed into a hidden trough inside your drawers, except that the trough tipped over and spilled? And then you’re blotting, paper towels both inside and outside your pants, trying to remove - or at least diminish - the spill’s visibility? And then, when that doesn’t work, you decide to camouflage it, so you shake, splatter, and spray water all over your midsection - and then all over your whole body - in an attempt to make it look like the sink, or maybe the emergency fire sprinklers, exploded on you? As great as these progressively more desperate ideas seemed at the time, they don’t really work. And now you’ve got to get back to work even sooner, because you’ve wasted 10 minutes making it look like someone opened a fire extinguisher on you, and now you’re late for the design review.
When you enter the conference room and people look at you and ask what in the name of god happened, the best card you can possibly play is to put on your most disappointed face and tell them quietly, but firmly, “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
