I thought my days of embarrassing moments were over. It appears not.
Thursday morning up at Deer Valley, Himself took some of the stuff out to the car for me, since he had to be at his conference at 8 a.m. sharp and I wasn't leaving until 8:15ish. I thought I very clearly indicated to only take my laptop bag out when he took the pack-n-play and Woodstock's bag. Apparently I didn't (likely) or he didn't listen (more likely), because after I finished nursing Woodstock I went to find my shirt.
Himself had taken ALL of our things to the car. Including, as it turns out, my shirt - which was in the bag I had thought I had indicated he should leave.
It took me five minutes to decide whether stealing the lodge's bathrobe was more acceptable than walking down the hall, out the doorway, across the patio, down the stairs and throug the FRONT parking lot half clothed.
Let's just say I didn't steal the bathrobe. And that I'm REALLY glad Woodstock's sleep sack was still on the bed - between her and it an indecency charge would be hard to prove.
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Today, I left work to attend a meeting with a contract designer. We had to swap horror stories of The Factory (the story actually gets worse, unbelievably!), which meant I was a little longer getting back than I anticipated.
I got back only to discover ... a locked office. Of course, my office keys and my laptop and my lunch were INSIDE the office. I made a to do list. I paced around the building. I went to Whole Foods and bought a vegan cookie (strangely delicious) and some herbal tea (to counteract the calories in the cookie, of course!). I came back and chatted with the neighbor who works in the suite next door. And I imagined being fired for incompetency.
Some time later who should appear but the VP. He was rather awstruck that I was stupid enough to leave my keys in the drawer (hey! I've always worked for huge companies - there is no such thing as getting locked out at 12:30 p.m.) and wondered how long I had been there.
I confessed to half of it. If figure the trip to Whole Foods could count as lunch and the 15 minutes I took to do a to do list counted as work, right?
Good grief. Two humiliating moments in one week. This is ridiculous.
3 comments:
Hi Sara,
I am so assuming that this is Sara Brueck from High School, if not disregard my snooping! I thought I'd say hi in the off chance this is infact my old friend!
Love Dianna
You totally went streakin' in Park City. I would have never suspected that you had it in you. I suppose it WAS forced streaking.
It's a good thing you didn't know me in 9th grade. :)
And yes, it was totally forced streaking.
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