Who presents next?

We were stuck on the same question again. Everyone was looking at me, and I could feel the weight of being the one to decide.It wasn't about who was best, but about who hadn't had a turn. I wanted a way out that felt fair to everyone, including myself.

The quiet tension before the spin

I pulled up the wheel on the screen, and for a second, no one said anything. You could see people glancing at it, then at each other.It was that familiar, slightly awkward pause where everyone is waiting to see what happens next. I just clicked the button.

The relief of an external arbiter

When it stopped, there was a soft chuckle from a few people. The person it landed on gave a small nod, like 'okay, fair enough'.The tension I'd been holding in my shoulders just melted away. It wasn't my choice anymore; it was just the result.We moved on to talking about the content of the presentation instead of arguing over the presenter. The meeting had its focus back.

What the wheel decided for us

It took the personal favoritism, real or imagined, completely out of the equation. The decision was made, and we could all accept it.