Tuesday, May 14, 2013

It appears that I entered one of my friends numbers wrong in my cell phone.  So it appears that not only did I wear two left shoes to work, I sent a text message of it to a total stranger.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

In one of my first classes in graduate school, we were placed in small groups and asked to share an embarrassing incident with the class.  My mind instantly started sorting out which group I should pick from.  Incidents including bodily functions? Would award clothing choices work? Recent ones or ones dredged from the past? My mind was spinning like Dorothy in the tornado trying to pick out a suitable incident.  Then, one of the younger students in the group said she had never had an embarrassing incident and I was speechless.  How do you make it as far as graduate school and not have any remembrances of embarrassing moments?   Why would you go into a helping profession if you had never made a wrong step?

New job

I have a new job and most people would think one would try to dress to give the impression of a solid, stable employee.  The first Friday, my feet felt a little odd and looking down, I realized my shoes, even though they looked similar, did not match.  Not only did they not match, they were too left shoes.  To give me some credit, they were very similar  brown flats with a boxy front toe area.  Realizing that no one really pays that much attention to me, much less my feet, I could have just stuck a smile on my face and kept calm and carried on.  I could have done that with two mismatched shoes, but two left shoes was too much, it left me feeling somehow not right with the world.  So I was forced to run out an buy a new pair.

Took a pic of my shoes and sent it out with a text message asking "What is wrong with this picture?"  Always thinking of others, I decided my pain could at least add some entertainment to others.