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My most embarrassing moment
And now for a little levity. Thought it might be a stress reliever and fun to have a "most embarrassing moment" thread. I'll start:
Years ago, I worked as a secretary for a large engineering firm. It was my first day on the job, so I was all gussied up in an attempt to look ultra professional and ultra chic. I so wanted to make a great first impression. And I did just that--it was quite unforgettable apparently, as my coworkers chided me about it for years.
My boss had asked me to make some copies for him. In those days, instead of having several copiers available on each floor, there was a large copy center where all the copiers were located and folks had to stand in line and wait their turn to make copies.
The copy center was located several floors above where I worked, so I pushed the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. When they did, one of my heels got caught in the space between the elevator and the floor without my knowledge and when I took a step forward, I fell down hard on my hands and knees right into the elevator.
I've always been a large woman, but back in those days I was REALLY big, so when I fell, there was a loud thud and the elevator jumped a few inches. Then much to my horror, there were what I can only describe as a series of after shocks after a great quake: boom, boooom, boooooooommmmmm. I has horrified. Never mind the fact that I'd hurt the heck out of my right knee. All I wanted to do was recover as quickly and gracefully as possible.
When I got myself together, I looked up, and the elevator was PACKED! Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. One man helped me to my feet and asked me if I was OK. I made light of my clumsiness and told him I was fine.
Now, prior to my fall the elevator had been moving in a upward motion. But as the after shocks subsided and the doors closed, the elevator started to descend. At which point a gentleman way in the back of the elevator (and whom I later learned worked in the mail room) exclaimed:
DAMN, GIRL, YOU DONE BROKE THE ELEVATOR!
When I finally reached my destination, I remember thinking thank God I was wearing pants. Imagine if, on top of breaking the elevator, someone had gotten a peak at my ultra big girls panties!!!
I would have never lived that one down. Oh, and it took weeks for my knee to heal.
Anyone want to join in on the fun?
Years ago, I worked as a secretary for a large engineering firm. It was my first day on the job, so I was all gussied up in an attempt to look ultra professional and ultra chic. I so wanted to make a great first impression. And I did just that--it was quite unforgettable apparently, as my coworkers chided me about it for years.
My boss had asked me to make some copies for him. In those days, instead of having several copiers available on each floor, there was a large copy center where all the copiers were located and folks had to stand in line and wait their turn to make copies.
The copy center was located several floors above where I worked, so I pushed the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. When they did, one of my heels got caught in the space between the elevator and the floor without my knowledge and when I took a step forward, I fell down hard on my hands and knees right into the elevator.
I've always been a large woman, but back in those days I was REALLY big, so when I fell, there was a loud thud and the elevator jumped a few inches. Then much to my horror, there were what I can only describe as a series of after shocks after a great quake: boom, boooom, boooooooommmmmm. I has horrified. Never mind the fact that I'd hurt the heck out of my right knee. All I wanted to do was recover as quickly and gracefully as possible.
When I got myself together, I looked up, and the elevator was PACKED! Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. One man helped me to my feet and asked me if I was OK. I made light of my clumsiness and told him I was fine.
Now, prior to my fall the elevator had been moving in a upward motion. But as the after shocks subsided and the doors closed, the elevator started to descend. At which point a gentleman way in the back of the elevator (and whom I later learned worked in the mail room) exclaimed:
DAMN, GIRL, YOU DONE BROKE THE ELEVATOR!
When I finally reached my destination, I remember thinking thank God I was wearing pants. Imagine if, on top of breaking the elevator, someone had gotten a peak at my ultra big girls panties!!!
I would have never lived that one down. Oh, and it took weeks for my knee to heal.
Anyone want to join in on the fun?
