We meet on the line about the campaign on different platforms. It’s usually confusing and there are always delays of some sort. People can’t log on. My WiFi cuts out. Wrong people invited. We forget someone on invite. Then have to track them down. Or, someone has wrong time zone or forgets the meeting and we have to track them down. I go on long talk about something, but I’m on mute and then have to get Jill to help me unmute, then I forget what I wanted to say…. It’s always something. So our 9am meetings start about 9:15am. Or whatever time – usually some kind of snafu.
We have standards where people are supposed to be muted when they aren’t talking in case there is a distracting background noise. Like dogs or kids or the lawn mower or geese. Whatever. Being on mute or not being on mute trips me up sometimes and occasionally others. We are all learning to adjust to this “bunkered” Biden reality.
Occasionally people think they are on mute when they aren’t. Today, one of the people on there had an obvious mistake. Or maybe it was a prank and I was supposed to laugh. I still don’t know. Here’s was the conversation going on in one of the homes or offices or some place someone was.
“How much longer are you going to be in that meeting” someone says off camera.
Aide: “I don’t fucking know. It’s like these jokers think we can all figure out a way to hide the fact that’s he’s an incompetent coot. The election is going to come down to Coronavirus shit and the econom…. wait am I on mute?! … shit … sorry guys, where were we?”
Incompetent Coot? Which aide was he talking about. He wasn’t talking about me, I’m sure.
Come on, man.