I have a new gauge for determining how boring a particular conference call is: whether or not I’m able to maintain consciousness.
Yes, I officially fell asleep at my desk this afternoon while on a conference call.
I got plenty of sleep last night; that’s not the culprit. The problem here is that we have roughly three conference calls a day involving about 20 different people. On four out of five of these conference calls, I have absolutely nothing to say or do. I’m just required to close my office door and call in. And then I sit there for an hour, listening to a bunch of people ramble aimlessly about third-party sick-pay reports or SAR mailings.
Usually, I use this time to blog here or here. Sometimes, I browse Perez Hilton or other gossip mongers to keep my attention piqued. Other times, I catch up on paperwork. The conference calls are unbelievably boring and if I don’t keep myself occupied, well, I guess this is what happens.
Today, I simply awoke an hour after the call had begun, drooling slightly and with a huge red mark across my face from my shirt sleeve. The phone call was over; I guess it hung itself up after a while. I don’t have any recollection of even falling asleep in the first place. And I’m praying to God that no one asked me a question while I was off in dreamland.
My office door is still closed, and I think that I’ll leave it that way until the red mark from my face has faded a bit more.