I'm sitting in the hall outside of a meeting room in my building. Well, not my building really. Today is a cruel reminder of that. In my new role, I'm a contractor for my old employer, paid for by a supplier. Although the role change is effectively a promotion, I'm a supplier and that means there are certain topics of discussion that I cannot be privy to. Which means that occasionally I'm asked to step out of a meeting and sit in the hall. Today this happens to be in a centrally located hallway.
Naturally everyone who happens to walk by sees me sitting cross-legged on the floor and somehow assumes I was naughty and kicked out of the meeting.