Love C&H and those irreverent silly faces. Just what is needed to head to the weekend.
For those who follow my twitters, you know the boys tag teamed their stoopid this week tempting me to just leave them to their own devices. They are slowly redeeming themselves by doing chores – some even were done without me asking! So I intend to let them keep digging out of their holes while I putter around the yard a bit since it’s actually *not* supposed to rain!
Meanwhile, the local radio station had a great call in segment this week on The Worst Thing Ever. Most of the stories were about situations when emails/text messages were sent to the WRONG person, or also some cases of in person foot in mouth disease. You know the classic case of asking a lady when her baby is due only to find out she’s not pregnant? Or one I liked about two guys working construction pointing out not pretty women, but ones they thought were ugly and saying to each other “Dude, there’s your wife!” as a joke. Only to have one guy point a lady out and say that and then the other guys says “Hey! that’s my MOM!” Oooop!
Now, I honestly honestly have not experienced this yet. Yeah, even my with my smart ass mouth has not really had to bite on my foot like that – yet. So my story is about when it happened to someone else, but, err..I was the one who received the badly routed IM.
What’s the E-version of putting your foot in your mouth anyway?
It happened at work, long long ago in a galaxy far far away (yes, I am trying to conceal identities :-)) and the person in question no longer works here. I was walking back to my desk area and was waylaid by a visitor from another department asking me a work related question. This happened just outside someone else’s (MrX) workspace and I could not really ignore the question. As I was standing there I did notice someone come in to talk to Mr X so I started to step further away so as not to disturb them (because yeah, I know my voice can be loud). I wrapped up my conversation pretty fast anyway and then went back to my desk. About 5 minutes later an IM pops up to me from MrX (given the cubicle situation most of us a work have long been using IM to get quick answers to questions so as not to disturb anyone. Oh the irony). I am editing a bit here, but this is the gist of what I received:
MrX: GOD DAMNIT! fucking tpgoddess. can’t even hold a conversation with Z in my cube without having to overtalk the C**T
MrX: okay, deep breath in and let it out…..
Nice eh? I was, of course, pissed for a bit, but then I honestly started giggling. Because he had sent it to ME – the person he was railing about!! I wrote back “Hey, hi – ummm OW?”
And I am sure, at that moment, when he realized what he had done, that it was the Worst Thing Ever for him!
FWIW he very very graciously apologized face to face and we did laugh about it later on, because hey, it was uncomfortable as hell, but also kinda funny 🙂
So tell me dearies – have you done something like this when you felt like it was the Worst Thing Ever?