Worst thing about going back to work?

Is it that I facilitated a meeting today and is was an absolute suck-fest? No.

Is it that I had to sit through drivel about drivel? No.

Is it that the other meeting of which I facilitated a portion did not go well and was in the practice gym at the high school with no tables, the teachers had to sit in the little bleachers, not enough seats and it was recently varnished? No.

Is it that varnish smells bad? No.

Is it that it is the beginning of several days of meetings that will not focus on what I need? No.

It is that my feet hurt. My feet hurt a lot. They feel bruised on the balls and the bridge above the toes. They hurt. And I have to walk on them and stand on them much of tomorrow if it is anything like today. My feet hurt.

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On a side note. I had to say, “I don’t know.” So many times during the meeting that I was “running” that I have decided to have Chris make a button, voice thingy for me. It will be a big, red button that when pushed will say, “I don’t know.” When pushed again, it will say, “I don’t know.” But in a testy way. Finally, if pushed again, it will say, “I don’t insert favorite expletive here know.” You see. The point is that I don’t know. I do not have the security clearance to know the things I need to know to answer the questions I didn’t know I would be asked during a meeting that I did poorly at facilitating. But let me be plain. My feet hurt.