Thursdays are big meeting days at work in preparation for a big survey coming up. We go to the hospital, then back to the central office for another meeting, then host a conference call meeting with all the clinic managers.

When I got to work this morning, I was getting all of my notes in order and papers printed before the meetings started. I called in to Quest to set up our conference call for 2:30 that afternoon. It was easy as pie; I’ve done this several times. The nice Quest lady emailed me a confirmation right away with the phone number and passcode for everyone to get in. I sent out an updated meeting invitation with the information on it.

The meetings were moving along and it was nearing 2:30. We were just getting ready to dial in from our conference phone when M got a call on her cell from one of the managers. M started laughing and looking over at me. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. She hung up and said, “Um, Emily, the number you sent everyone is a…um…risqué…phone operator.”

My face must’ve turned 10 shades of red as everyone started laughing. It was 2:30 so I knew all the other managers and doctors were calling in right then so I got up and ran out of the conference room back to my office to try to find the correct number in my trash bin. I logged into my computer and sent out a hurried update of the number (it was supposed to be 888 and I told them it was 800) and then went back to the conference room.

Needless to say, every single manager had called the wrong number first. It was the topic of conversation for the first 5 minutes of the meeting as no one could stop laughing. Someone said that maybe I was just trying to jazz up the meeting. Another said, “Yeah, there was some kind of jazzy background music when I called.”

As if falling on my face my first day of work, puking in a bucket in front of everyone, and getting 11 stitches wasn’t bad enough, let’s just add giving everyone a phone sex number to call for our weekly meeting.

Just another day for me…