Grace, thy name is Jessica.
I embarrassed myself on the T today. It was a fine moment in my life. I am sure it won’t be the last time this happens and it wasn’t the first…
First you must understand that I have the worst balance in the world. I also carry around a backpack with my Powerbook, because we cannot be separated, (and my knitting and my book) so if you actually weighed the thing it would probably come up around 10lbs. (Yes, I have checked because I am a loser like that.)
So I get on the subway today and I am getting on behind this lady who is obviously not from around here. She was taking her sweet time getting on the train and finding a seat instead of running up to the nearest door! and shoving your way onto the train! and elbowing people left and right! to get a seat!… ahhhhh.
So by the time I made it to my chosen seat, not next to any potentially chatty or smelly people, I started to sit down and at that exact moment the train lurched into motion. So, Jessica goes flying, leg and arms flailing in the opposite direction in a lame attempt to regain my balance, into the poor little man sitting next to me. The nice lady next to me actually grabs my butt to help me off of the man which, in any other circumstances would have been weird, but was quite welcome in this one.
I started yelling, “So Sorry! Sorry!” to the man next to me who did not speak any English and just looked at me like I was some freak of nature. Then I sat down and tried to pretend that nothing happened. Ahem.
Then, I get to Mass General and I am putting my T pass back into my bag when my ID case slips out of my hand and goes flying to the pavement- credit cards, etc scatter everywhere and one even goes into the cuff of my pants. Lovely.
Work update: So I forgot to write about this yesterday but everything is ok again at work. We had to process the entire episode yesterday morning for about an hour. It was excruciating but he basically apologized for not being clear and it turns out that he actually doesn’t care how long it is and we got the document out to the printer today. Thank the LORD. I can go on with my life. weee!
I have not been able to knit for a good amount of time this week and the strappy tank is seriously getting pissed at me. “HELP! I am almost done and you have completely abandoned me!”, she says. (I am a bit punchy.. haha)
I will probably get to do a lot of knitting this weekend considering I am completely financially irresponsible and have a balance of $16.19 in my account until I get paid on Monday. Good one. PB&J for us!
August 26th, 2004 at 10:24 pm
hehe I can empathise with you today -just over $4 in my account at the moment….at least my Monday comes around before yours does
but in the meantime I think we are going to be eating out of our freezer for the next 2 days!
I hope you have a lovely, cheap weekend!
(btw I would sooner eat dirt than pb&j sandwiches. Why do North Americans eat that??
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August 26th, 2004 at 11:42 pm
i, on the other hand, got paid on TUESDAY and still have not made it to the bank! I hate my bank, it’s never open when I’m not at work.
you had a funny day. I love riding the subway. Sigh. No subway in Mississippi.
August 27th, 2004 at 7:56 am
I never believe it when people say that money can’t make you happy, but when I think back to certain periods of my life, my happiest was during a time when I made a pittance and didn’t own anything. When I was making a huge salary and “had it all,” I was miserable–not because of the money, though. Now, I have no money again, no salary, and some massive debts for the store and I’m still miserable about money. Ergo, it’s not the money, it’s me. (I need one of those PB&J’s — sorry, Pipstar.)
August 27th, 2004 at 11:25 am
Those moments are the worst…a company I used to work for had a sky box for the local Harford Whalers hockey team that was right next to the Whalers sky box. While walking down the steps to the front row of the box I tripped, went flying down the rest of the steps. In my attempt to not hit the (what looked to me) flimsy plexiglass wall in front of me turned and went flying down an aisle.
I ended up hitting the wall between our box and the Whalers box and all these men were now staring at me as if I was from Mars or something. Not one of my all time great moments.
I can definately sympathize.
August 27th, 2004 at 11:28 am
Jess, I *totally* sympathize with you. Just yesterday, wearing the cutest stiletto-sandals that I own, I managed to get the heel completely implanted in a grate on a busy-busy Georgetown sidewalk. I totally fell over in public. Just. Fell. Over. And then, could not get my heel out of the grate. Had to take my foot out of the shoe and tug-tug hard with my hands. Gah. How embarassing.
Ah well, that which does not kill us makes us stronger. Right?!?
August 27th, 2004 at 12:13 pm
Glad to hear things are going better at work!!
Heh to the clumbsy… I’m the same way, girl, so don’t feel bad!
August 27th, 2004 at 2:23 pm
Tee hee. Funny image of you on the subway, flailing into people. At least you were apologetic.
YAY! that the project is to the printer. And boy do I feel your pain about payday…we’re going to have to scrounge up some change to pay for gas to N’awlins..
August 27th, 2004 at 5:20 pm
Oh Geeze. Your day sounds like something _I_ would have. Me, ms. Clutzy herself. That’s why my fiance’ always walks so close to me, he figures if I start to flail he’s better off close where he can grab the offending part and keep it from doing damage. Sortof like walking really close to a horse so that if he kicks he hasn’t got time to get any OMPH behind it.
Glad I’m not the only one who often ends up sitting in stranger’s laps.