I've recently been given the opportunity to work for a non-profit over in Silicon Valley. This place is pretty darn cool. It's a completely green building, they serve bagels, fruit, and coffee in the mornings, a fully catered "healthy" lunch in the afternoons, and have their own private gym in the basement of the building, which I'll totally use (shifty eyes).
One of the new features I've never used before is a video phone. Everyone has one. So when you call within the office, or extension to extension, you can actually see the person you're speaking to. Since I’m new to these, naturally, I would forget that my image being displayed when I get a call. Nobody wants to see all of their pores magnified under fluorescent lighting, so, I try to stay off-screen as much as possible. However, regardless of my careful planning, I still manage to find myself on camera every once and a while.
But it's not always my face.
I was in the middle of multi-tasking when the phone rings. Since I'm standing up, I lean over the desk to answer it. The camera pops on and all I can see is my own chest. Front and center. Right down the shirt. The poor gentleman on the other end had a loss for words as he tried to remain professional. I don't even remember what he said. I scrambled to hang up the phone and just froze, standing there behind my desk. What do I do now? Do I call him back and apologize? Do I pretend it never happened? Of course, that's something I would do. Of course, it is!
The gentleman on the other line? The President of the company.
One of the new features I've never used before is a video phone. Everyone has one. So when you call within the office, or extension to extension, you can actually see the person you're speaking to. Since I’m new to these, naturally, I would forget that my image being displayed when I get a call. Nobody wants to see all of their pores magnified under fluorescent lighting, so, I try to stay off-screen as much as possible. However, regardless of my careful planning, I still manage to find myself on camera every once and a while.
But it's not always my face.
I was in the middle of multi-tasking when the phone rings. Since I'm standing up, I lean over the desk to answer it. The camera pops on and all I can see is my own chest. Front and center. Right down the shirt. The poor gentleman on the other end had a loss for words as he tried to remain professional. I don't even remember what he said. I scrambled to hang up the phone and just froze, standing there behind my desk. What do I do now? Do I call him back and apologize? Do I pretend it never happened? Of course, that's something I would do. Of course, it is!
The gentleman on the other line? The President of the company.
