Once again, I have somehow managed to make a fool out of myself at work.
It’s inevitable! I’m guaranteed to embarrass/injure myself at least one a month.
Today I accompanied a coworker to walmart to pick up some things we needed for an upcoming event. As I was helping her unload the trunk, I shut the rear door (she drives a SUV) on my head. I was standing a little bit too close and it came down right on top me! OUCH!!
I tried to act cool and play it off when they asked “ARE YOU OKAY?” I simply responded with a high pitched “yes!” and went on about my business (hoping no one would notice). When suddenly I hear someone say (in this panicked voice) “you’re bleeding!”
Right at that moment I start to feel something wet running down my face! So my first instinct (of course) is to TOUCH IT! Don’t ask me why!
In touching it, not only did I get blood all over my hands, I smeared it all over the side of my face! By the time I made it inside I looked pretty rough! Of course, all my coworkers heard the people in the front gasp and came running out to see what happened.
I got shy, shut myself in the bathroom like a little girl, as people were knocking and asking me if I needed help! I think I even snapped at someone and told them to “shut the door because I don’t need an audience!” So not only have I embarrassed myself and grossed everyone out, I have managed to be totally rude to someone just trying to check on me! Ugh! I could seriously use a chill pill about now!
I let one lady in so she could look at it. I have a tiny little gash about ½ inch wide. YUCK! I got blood all over my office, the bathroom, the sidewalk, my pretty pink scarf (tear*, it’s my favorite!). No, I’m not exaggerating! I know! all this over a little cut!
I spent the remainder of my day with paper towels and ice packs.
After it all calmed down we took a few pics:
It’s pretty sad, everyone in my office knows about my blogging. It was their idea to do the pics! They were trying to comfort me: “at least you have a story for your blog!”
Whatever. This was my thought process: Ego: crushed. Scarf: dead. Hair: ruined. Bad attitude: out of control. Why does this always happen to me!?!?
So tonight I get home and my mom convinced me to go to the doctor and get it checked out. I got to choose between staples and glue. I chose the glue.
Guess who can’t wash her hair for two days!
Let’s go ahead and tack on a couple of bad hair days while we’re at it!
I'm such a klutz!