Wednesday, March 2, 2011

My ficus needs a hair cut and other weird things I do and say that seem inappropriate when they're not.

I have been known to make some pretty off the wall comments. Trust me, these are things that I look back on for weeks and sometimes even years and cringe over. Sometimes, I have to chuckle a little through the embarrassment. Because if there is one thing I truly believe it is this: If you can't laugh at yourself, you are doomed to live a miserable, unhappy life.

That being said today I totally mooned the paper shredder guy. It started innocent enough with my shred box overflowing onto the floor. We are supposed to be paperless at work but I am holding on to the paper like the spaghetti sauce on my favorite sweater. At any rate, my office is all static and my skirt got stuck to my butt. I bent over very lady like to pick up the 500 pound box and, well, the rest is history. At least I don't go commando. 

I am totally embarrassed and on top of that I had the urge to scream "Sorry about the free show, you all come back now ya hear" or something equally as awkward because that's what I do. When the social gets awkward, I blurt out whatever comes into my stupid head.

That story is exhibit A.

Next we have exhibit B. Last week I was in a marketing meeting with my manager, the president of the company, and our marketer. The marketer was talking about how one licensee does business with a lot of the local Russian builders but what he said was, "she DOES all the Russians" at which point my inner junior high student thought it would be a good time to giggle. He said, "she does all the Russians." and I GIGGLE? I am sure the president was super impressed. It wasn't even turn into a coughable...it was a full on giggle. Total FML moment.

There are many other stories where I have made a total fool of myself with word and deed that I am sure I could share-and probably will share at some point. The most important thing is that I have come to accept and even appreciate my oddness, silliness, my sense of humor, and yes, even my occasional immaturity.
A sense of humor... is needed armor. Joy in one's heart and some laughter on one's lips is a sign that the person down deep has a pretty good grasp of life.
~*Hugh Sidey*~

Until next time....laugh.

Sara

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