In which she JINXED ME
I was helping my coworker put something away on a high up shelf, so I took off my heels to climb the ladder, ya know, for safety. When she left the room, she said, “Don’t trip on your shoes!” Ya know, for safety.
I laughed, rounded the corner to walk to the showroom, la-ti-da. But it’s a blind corner, and we are often startled to see someone heading straight for us when it’s almost too late.
This was one of those times.
Except unlike all those other times, when I side-step the offender and prance off on my merry way, I tripped over my shoes (but I’m NOT blaming it on the shoes; I’m not giving up my 4 inchers for anything) and FACEPLANTED INTO THE WALL. In front of our CEO. And the global CEO of our company. And the CEO of the company that owns our company.
For the last hour have had the distinct pleasure of trying to work with an ice pack held to my jaw, and this time tomorrow I will probably look like I am in an abusive relationship. At least now I can say I have made a mark on this office. (Literally. There is a pale person make up stain on the white wall. It’s not going anywhere.)
Blah.


