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TIFU by correcting my boss in front of the entire company on a call with 200 people and being completely wrong

This happened yesterday and I am still not over it. Not even a little.

So we have this big all hands company call. Every department, every manager, every senior leader all on the same call. Cameras on. The whole thing. My boss is up presenting the quarterly numbers looking completely comfortable like he does this every day because he does.

He puts up a slide and rattles off a figure and something in my brain just snapped. I was convinced, like staked my entire existence on it convinced, that the number was wrong. I’d seen a different figure somewhere recently and in that moment my brain decided it was the hill I was going to die on.

I don’t know what possessed me. I unmuted myself. On a 200 person call. And said clearly and with full confidence, “I think that figure is actually off, the correct number is X.”

The silence that followed was the kind that has texture. You could feel it.

My boss paused mid sentence, looked at his screen, then very slowly pulled up the source document and shared his screen with the entire company. Walked through it line by line. His number was right. My number wasn’t even in the same atmosphere as correct.

Someone laughed first. Then it kind of rippled. My boss, who is a better person than I deserve, just smiled and said thanks for keeping me sharp and carried on like a complete professional while I sat there with my camera still on because switching it off at that point would have been like fleeing a crime scene on foot.

I had to sit there. Fully visible. For another forty minutes.

I have a one on one with him tomorrow morning and I have not slept. I’ve been replaying those three seconds of silence on a loop since yesterday afternoon and I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon.

TLDR: Confidently corrected my boss on his numbers in front of 200 colleagues on a company wide call. He was right. I was embarrassingly wrong. Still have to face him tomorrow.

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