So, … Guilty Until Proven Innocent

I was in a meeting earlier today. I noticed another call coming through but I couldn’t catch it. I assumed they’d leave a message.

They didn’t and I’ve got issues so I called back. The number was local I presumed by area code and first three digits after area code the same as my own.

I got his voice mail. I recognized the name immediately from a former work life. So, … I hung up without leaving a message either.

Do you know what it is like to sort of remember someone? Familiar name but not much else.

So, … I went to the company directory and did our version of Google and sacribleu! He’s in our criminal background checks department.

I immediately felt caught red handed. πŸ˜‚.

I’m a goof ball. I’ve done no wrong … that I know of. I think πŸ€”. Or did I? Only the shadow knows.

Fortunately for this neurotic mess, he called me back. He said he hated to break it to me but he fat fingered my number. He was NOT trying to reach me.

And of course I tell him what a relief πŸ˜… because I looked him up and knew he did background checks.

I tell y’all, it sucks to perpetually feel guilty. At least I can laugh 🀭 about it. Nothing to see here. Move it along.

As always more to come.

12 thoughts on “So, … Guilty Until Proven Innocent

    1. The coincidence is had had signed papers for a background check in order to volunteer at an elementary school. I passed and volunteered last Friday. My mind works overtime and I thought hmmm maybe they caught me after all even though I’m a timid rule follower. Anxiety defies definition.

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