When the daily Post Prompt hit my Inbox this morning it made me LAUGH!! The word is: embarrassing, which is ironically a word that probably half of my acquaintances would use to describe me. In “honor” of that, I thought I would regale all of you with one of the more embarrassing moments that I had at work.
My current employer has been stuck with me for over six years now. I had made some doozie mistakes. I always joke to the newbies that I have set the bar Olympically high for making mistakes. For about the first year and half after I started, we worked out of the basement my bosses’ house. It was during that time, before we moved “up” to an office space, that I made the most embarrassing mistakes. There was the time I accidentally deleted all of the Companies in our database that contained “Cleveland” (keep in mind we live near Cleveland, so that’s a lot) with 10 minutes left to work on a Friday. Then there was the time I was pregnant with Aria and fell down the stairs spilling coffee on the new cream colored carpet on my way down. And how can I forget backing up and running into 2 my boss’ new pine trees.But hand down, the worst, most embarrassing incident was this:
It was a Friday morning and I was pulling into work at about 8:50 in the morning. He was having a new floor put in, so he asked me to park in the garage since workers would be in the driveway. As you know from my previous blogs (Lift the Fog: Awaken the Locked Brain) I am NOT a morning person. I got out of my car, and keyed in the code to open his garage door. It was normally a tight squeeze to get my new vehicle, a wide Saturn Outlook SUV, into 1/2 the garage on a normal day. This morning, I noticed that the other side of the garage was full of the hand-cut stone that my boss was going to have put in as his new floor. Stacks and stacks of stone, in addition to the “usual” garage inhabitants, including their fairly new bikes. After a quick assessment, I decided to pull as far to the left as possible to avoid anything. Sounds like a great plan right? I thought so.
As I pulled in the garage all was going well just a hair closer in so that I can shut the door behind my car and all will be… CRUUUNNNCH!!! SPLAAAT!! WHAAAAAT? All I saw suddenly was brown. WHAT HAPPENED?! I got out trying to figure what just happened, and I smelled something like paint. As I walked around behind my car to the passenger side… to find a NIGHTMARE!!
Although I didn’t see it, apparently there was a can of STAIN on the ground, and I had managed to run it over with my front passenger tire. Unfortunately this caused the can to EXPLODE it’s contents of brown wood stain ALL OVER EVERYTHING! There was stain on the ground, stain on the back wall, stain on the SIDE wall, stain on the lawnmower, stain on my car, stain on my boss and his wife’s NEW BIKES, and STAIN ON THE HAND-CUT UNSEALED STONE to be laid on the floor that day!!!!! Embarrassment did not even BEGIN to cover how I felt. It was more like my innards being twisted so violently that I was going to empty my intestines by all methods available, while wanting to cry and be swallowed by a black hole.
The walk from the back of the house where the garage was, up the driveway, into the house and down into the basement was still one of the longest walks of my life. It was like everything went into slow-motion. I still remember my voice hitching as I told my boss “B, I really, REALLY screwed up. I’m so so SO SORRY!” Thank the powers that be that I seriously have one of the kindest, sweetest bosses on the planet. He came out and appeared to be more concerned that my car (which is made mostly of plastic) got hit with stain as opposed to the contents of his garage.
After 20 minutes of cleaning and probably close to 100 near-emotional apologies by myself, we headed back down to work. As usual, I played off my frayed nerves the best way I knew how: by teasing myself to shreds. My boss who has a great sense of humor was picking on me as well. I’m pretty sure this story gets brought up at LEAST once a month, just to keep me humble. Usually being prefaced by “Don’t worry what mistakes you make, because NO ONE has screwed up worse than Meg. Hey Meg, remember the garage?”