In case you labor under the belief that I have my act together, I have a story that will make you question that.
Last week, I was setting up for a work event with some coworkers when I took a drink of water.
It’s a simple act, really, drinking from a bottle. Little children do it without incident every day.
But I took said drink and choked. Then I coughed and kind of snorted at the same time, sending water out my nose and onto my shirt. All the while, the coworker standing closest to me continued talking, even blocking my path to the restroom where I needed to be to clean myself up. And I couldn’t even speak to tell her why I was running away.
Guys, it burned and it loosened up something in my sinuses, causing them to drain and everything to burn more. I wasn’t the same for the entire rest of the day.
So. No, I do not have my act together and, if this story is any indication, likely never will.
Well that happens to me occasionally as well … guess I don’t have my act together either. I will tell you what I think is worse. The time I came home from work to change my clothes and shoes to get to my then young son’s baseball game. I didn’t realize until I spoke with just about everyone there that I was wearing two different shoes. They felt the same and I didn’t realize why people were snickering until the last person I talked to pointed it out to me!
Hahaha. I actually wore two different shoes to work one day. You’re in good company!
Ugh, how awful!