Already Quite The Day

I've been in a bit of a frump lately.

I think someone out there sent me some Get Over Yourself vibes, and a helluva day ensued.

First, I was admiring my new shoes as I walked down the hallway and, BAM, crashed right into someone. It was the kind of crash where you both stand there a bit shell shocked and are still not completely recovered as you stagger away from each other. Oh, and it was a guy, that much I know, but I can't remember WHO. Before the crash I was looking down, and after the crash I never really looked up!

I got all the way back to my desk before thinking, duh, I had been on my way somewhere before the crash, so maybe I should go back to the original plan and head back there. Then I stood at my desk for the longest time trying to remember where the heck I'd been going, without any success.

My big comfy office chair won that round.

(The chair is one of those $800 fancy ergonomic babies. I stole it from the Executive conference room when I was pregnant. I still think it was one of the best things I ever accomplished work wise).

Oh, and here are the shoes! Aren't they cute? Target for $20. It's shoes like this that let me get away with wearing comfy cotton pants (but no elastic waistbands- I haven't progressed to that level of comfort yet, thank you very much).

A few hours later I went to our company meeting with cheese from my omelette stuck in my hair. It had been like that for a good two hours, so the cheese was hardened and hell to get out. AND it had bits of egg in it. I had to sit down in my company's auditorium and try to discreetly rub out dried egg and cheese from my hair, and then HOLD the mess in my hand for over an hour.

That actually had me a little pissy. How many people had seen me before that and not said a word? I mean, it's hard to miss when someone has CHEESE smeared in their hair! Give the girl a hand and TELL HER!

Then after the meeting as we were all heading back to our offices, I tripped walking up the stairs, a mass of people coming up behind me. It was at the last step before the next floor, so instead of having some stairs in front of me to catch my fall, I went floundering forward, legs kicking out behind me for several steps (kind of like a Russian dance, but from the back?) before biting it.

And like the neurotic person that I am, I wasn't worried about if I'd hurt myself. Nooooo. My immediate thought as I picked myself off the ground was how many people had gotten a good look at my butt (which I like to keep well hidden).

To top it all off (oh, yes, there's a topper), someone came up behind me in the kitchen when I was deep in thought, touched my shoulder, and made me scream. A loud, long, blood curdling scream that I reserve for when I'm being attacked by spiders.

(I've been attacked by spiders TWICE).

People came running from all over the floor to find out what on earth was going down in the kitchen! When I get embarrassed like that, I laugh. So everyone heard a scream, but found a hysterically laughing me trying to hold my legs together so as not to pee on myself. And the person who had touched me on the shoulder? Totally shocked by my behavior. And he fled.

Anyway, the day's activities DID put me back into a blogging mood. How could I NOT share all of this with you! There'll probably be more after I head home, as is the usual case with exciting days like this. It just doesn't let up until your head hits the pillow.

As for the frump, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. And there will be a contest to go with it.

I had to write that and put it out there to get the ball rolling or I'd have it on the back burner forever.

Until tomorrow!