New job, embarrassments
I’ve had one of those weeks…
Tuesday I went to apply for a job in Amsterdam. I wore a neat little skirt and took the train. But stepping up into the compartment I felt this tearing at my back. My skirt had ripped at the seam, all the way up to my bum!
Luckily I wear a coat which reaches my thighs, so I could still walk around in public, but I was going to have to take that off for the interview! Naturally, I was freaking out. What if they wanted to show me around or take my coat at the door?
I turned my skirt so the rip would be at my thigh, not my ass, and ended up taking off my coat and sitting down very quickly while tea was being fetched, and was surreptitiously back in my coat at the end of the interview. Luckily nobody noticed my Bridget Jones moment and they actually called me the next day that they selected me for the position!
So yay for my new job at a publisher’s!
I told the story of the ripped skirt at work Wednesday. The men were peaking their ears at that one, the dirty pervs, telling me I got the job because of my promiscuous skirt! :) Oh, and one guy dropped his coffee in his lap.
Wednesday night I set my hair on fire in the bar. I caught the flame from the corner of my eye (I was carelessly leaning forward into a candle) and quickly patted it out. I lost some hair (which isn’t visible at all though, so no biggie), but worse was the smell! Ugh. Then people kept coming up to me asking me if I was okay and that I gave them a big scare, but all they did was make me feel extremely embarrassed. Oy. ;)
Saw the Prestige yesterday. A great movie, where the suspense builds and builds and manages to deliver at the end, which is always a rare treat. It has a great cast, and also, Jackman, Bale and Johansson ain’t bad to look at either.
Here's to a good, accident free, weekend!
Tuesday I went to apply for a job in Amsterdam. I wore a neat little skirt and took the train. But stepping up into the compartment I felt this tearing at my back. My skirt had ripped at the seam, all the way up to my bum!
Luckily I wear a coat which reaches my thighs, so I could still walk around in public, but I was going to have to take that off for the interview! Naturally, I was freaking out. What if they wanted to show me around or take my coat at the door?
I turned my skirt so the rip would be at my thigh, not my ass, and ended up taking off my coat and sitting down very quickly while tea was being fetched, and was surreptitiously back in my coat at the end of the interview. Luckily nobody noticed my Bridget Jones moment and they actually called me the next day that they selected me for the position!
So yay for my new job at a publisher’s!
I told the story of the ripped skirt at work Wednesday. The men were peaking their ears at that one, the dirty pervs, telling me I got the job because of my promiscuous skirt! :) Oh, and one guy dropped his coffee in his lap.
Wednesday night I set my hair on fire in the bar. I caught the flame from the corner of my eye (I was carelessly leaning forward into a candle) and quickly patted it out. I lost some hair (which isn’t visible at all though, so no biggie), but worse was the smell! Ugh. Then people kept coming up to me asking me if I was okay and that I gave them a big scare, but all they did was make me feel extremely embarrassed. Oy. ;)
Saw the Prestige yesterday. A great movie, where the suspense builds and builds and manages to deliver at the end, which is always a rare treat. It has a great cast, and also, Jackman, Bale and Johansson ain’t bad to look at either.
Here's to a good, accident free, weekend!