Mr. Plakcy’s right. Failed Zoom calls are right up there with tangled Christmas lights and lost luggage. I joined a Zoom call not long ago with a group of scrapbookers at a virtual crop. I was working along, chatting with my cat, music playing in the background, when one of the Zoom participants asked me politely to mute my microphone. Evidently they could hear everything going on on my end. 😬
Ahh. Well, I hope you scrape yourself off the windshield and get back in the game.
We all have our setbacks. It's how you respond to them!
You messed up. We’ve all messed up. We’re human. Those early morning inspirations. When inspirations hit, you gotta write. Same with me and my poetry.
I’m the bug.
Mr. Plakcy’s right. Failed Zoom calls are right up there with tangled Christmas lights and lost luggage. I joined a Zoom call not long ago with a group of scrapbookers at a virtual crop. I was working along, chatting with my cat, music playing in the background, when one of the Zoom participants asked me politely to mute my microphone. Evidently they could hear everything going on on my end. 😬
Oops! I guess you had a hot mic moment, Sonja?
At least it wasn’t in the bathroom….