A last minute meeting

Late yesterday afternoon while I was relaxing eating a cup of yogurt, I received a frantic phone call from a professor from another department who said that I was wanted at the ongoing meeting among the university's top officials. Our college dean who was attending the meeting had at the last minute decided that she wasn't prepared to present our department's curricular proposals and wanted me to be the one instead to do it. Talk about not doing one's homework!

Naturally I had no choice but to "obey orders". So after depositing my cup of yogurt in the fridge, I retired to my room to wash up and get dressed. Within twenty minutes I was driving to the meeting, fuming mad all the way about my rudely interrupted weekend.

My mood didn't improve when I arrived at the meeting and found out that it wasn't even my turn yet to present our curricular proposals. There were in fact four more items in the agenda to be taken up.

In the end, I had to wait until around 9pm--a good four hours after I arrived--before my turn finally came. Luckily for everybody there I had sufficiently calmed down by then having been appeased by uncommonly good iced lemon tea, free dinner (although the beef was appallingly tough!) and a morbid pleasure in seeing other more ill-prepared and poorly written curricular proposals being shot down by sharp critics in the panel. Better still, my own presentation went smoothly with nary a question nor objection from the panel.

I only realized later as I got back in to my car how much this unexpected call stressed me when I felt my hyperacidity--which had began bothering me earlier in the week--kick in once again. Oh well. One or two Tums should take care of things.