In other words, I have nothing to blog about. I could blog about my super exciting weekend where I get to meet a fellow blogger, but I am not ready to talk about that yet. I could blog about how yet again I was right this morning and B was wrong, but that is just natural, nothing exciting. I could blog about the weather, but I have done that a lot lately. I could blog about Mother’s Day, but it is still a little early for that. Oh I know…
How about an amusing story about how I embarrassed myself (again) because I am a total klutz. Nothing is more entertaining than throwing yourself under the bus.
Yesterday at work, I was getting ready to eat lunch at my desk and I had a full cup of ice and a warm 20 oz. soda. You can already see where this is going. Well on my lunch break, I often catch up on my personal email and I read a couple blogs. I was already engrossed in another blogger’s post when I grabbed the soda bottle and opened it. Because I was so deeply engrossed I started pouring the soda into the ice cup. This was when I finally looked down and actually realized what was happening. The soda bottle was overflowing and my attempts to pour it into the cup were only causing more overflow. Of course I was wearing a light colored shirt and soda was spilling all over me… and my desk… and my chair… and floor.
Genius. This was all taking place while various coworkers were walking by my desk on their way out to lunch. Trying not to further embarrass myself, I discretely began soaking up soda with my napkins. I cleaned up my work area, but I had no napkins left for myself. At this point, I knew what I had to do. I had to make the walk of shame through the building to the bathroom. And let me remind you, the lunch hour had just started. That is prime time for the bathroom to be crowded.
After speed walking while trying to cover myself, I made it to the bathroom. Amazingly it was empty. I scrubbed my shirt for a few minutes, applying hand soap and water, and the soda stains began to fade. Of course now I am left with various ridiculous wet spots all over me. The one time I would prefer a hand dryer in the bathroom and we only had paper towels.
I sped back to my desk and hid out for the next two hours. Luckily my afternoon meeting was canceled! Remind me to start keeping an extra shirt at my desk. You would think as many times as I have done this that would be standard routine.
It really makes me miss my old coworker. The woman was queen of removing stains from my shirt. She had lots of practice in the year we worked together!
Oh man! No fun. Did you have to hover under the hand dryer after you got the stain out? hehe.
Yesterday at the salon I was trying to figure out how to fix the broken washing machine that wouldn’t drain and ended up spilling water all over myself. I had to take my clothes off and put them in the dryer in the laundry room at work. That was fun. Luckily I was able to sit in front of the door so no one could come in…
Yay for this weekend!
Every shirt I own…every single one of them…has a stain right in the middle of the boobies.
No matter how hard I try. Something lands there eventually!
Hey, how about being a guest blogger for me while I’m on holidays for the latter half of May? That might get the creative juices flowing. *lol* Interested? I’d love it if you’d do one - although if you’re not up for it I completely understand. Just lemme know at sohobuttefly (at) shaw dot ca. I’ll be emailing out the info sheet this weekend. :o)
DOH. Of course I wrote my email addy wrong. Here’s the proper spelling: sohobutterfly (at) shaw dot ca
Before I even got to the middle of this one, I knew what was going to happen. And I was thinking…soda? That’s an easy one to get out. Too bad I didn’t get to feel you up that time.