Tuesday, October 13, 2009

down for the count

Tuesday, October 13, 2009
so on monday, wednesday, fridays i only have one class. it goes from 12-12:50, so normally the plan is...get to work by 8:30. leave by 11:40. go to class, then come back to work. this means i wear work clothes all day. and on campus. this is normally not a problem. by this point, i'm used to people looking at me longer than what is acceptable. yes...i'm wearing dress pants. oh and possibly an ironed shirt. i used to hate those girls who walked down the sidewalk/hallway/whatever with shoots that when something like "clunk. clunk. clunk." you know the ones. it makes a bang every time you step. well, now i'm one of those girls.

so this past monday was normal. i'm wearing work clothes. i'm rocking my new black pants from H and M and an incredibly loud (a cross between neon yellow and florescent green) button up. i've got my black leather bag from Italy. basically i feel pretty hip. and to top it all off i'm wearing my black and white hounds-tooth kitten heels. needless to say i'm sort of strutting it. as i come up the stairs to maxell (its basically the building with the gym) i'm really only concentrating on getting to class. a group of students embarks from the east lake shuttle behind me and follows me into the buildling. i stand out even more here because most of the kids are dressed in gym-esk attire. and then somehow i hit a slick part of the tile floor. yikes. my left foot is sliding, i'm wobbling, and i end up doing half a slip in the middle of ten people in the middle of the hallway. i say half because i think my body realized there was no way it could complete the full split and my kneed bent so that it hit the pavement prevent my legs from going the full 180 degrees.

and my strut is fully ruined. tainted. and i'm super embarrassed. someone from behind me says, "hey are you okay?" yes...yes i am. just incredibly ashamed. if they weren't looking at me before and wondering who is that girl and where is she going to dress liked that, now they certainly were. rain and ice always hinder the best of fashion intentions. not that i'm any princess when it comes to clothes, but i like to look my best, and most of the time weather does not stand in my way. or pain really (see previous post).

however, this red-face-inducing incident is no where near on the same level as the time in high school when found myself dancing to music in my room - i will clarify that i am a not a dancer of really any kind - turned off the light to walk out and heard my brother's friends yell from the yard "woooo!! encore! encore!!" my window faces the street. it was night and they saw clear into my bedroom. i always remembered to shut my curtains if ever the dancing fever struck me again.

your turn: feel free to answer one or other...had an slip ups of your own recently? and/or what is one piece of clothing that makes you feel totally awesome when you wear it?

3 comments:

Samantha said...

At work they are doing that doughnut thing on Friday. The order sheet that Madja emailed out had space at the bottom for "location" and "best time to deliver" so naturally, I assumed they were coming to my desk. Yeah. That wasn't the idea. Madja came over to me and said, "Actually, this is just for the people at other branches." Oh. I felt super embarrassed. Of course it is for the other locations. How hard is it to climb the steps? Stupid me.

Anyway, I told Jonelle and Pat, and Pat died from laughing. She was almost to the point of tears. And then today, after the second email that Madja sent out (that I inspired--she told me), Pat did it. That is way worse them me doing it, because I didn't know. I don't know what she was thinking.

Samantha said...

I thought your story was pretty funny, but a couple of things. Maybe I don't look as awesome as you do in work clothes, or maybe I just don't pay attention to other people, but I don't notice people staring at me longer than normal because I'm dressed up. Maybe you imagine it? Though I will admit that when I feel like I look awesome, I definitely feel cooler. But I never feel cooler in heels. I always feel way way less cool.

Hayley said...

haha...idk. maybe i am imaginging the staring.

and i thought the SAME thing about that email too. i was like, oh cool, they're going to come to my office. i mean, i realized it was a bit ridiculous, but i thought they were going the extra mile.