Could I *BE* More Embarrassed?!

I'm going to let you all into a little part of my world that I usually try to desperately hide from the general public. However, something happened to me recently which I just can not keep inside for fear that I may burst: so I must share.

First and foremost, let me explain that ever since I met two of my best girlfriends, we'll call them Leah and Ra-Ra (that is actually one of her nicknames), I have been known as Phoebe: yes insinuating that I remind them of the Friends character. It actually all started when the three of us lived together on the East Side of Milwaukee ("hippie capitol of the world") in a old, worn out townhouse originally built sometime in the early 1900's. Over the course of time, we took notice of Leah's tendency toward being completely anal retentive about not just cleanliness, but rather everything, just like Monica, and Ra-Ra's affinity for all things fashion related, reminding us of Rachel. Apparently, the girls in an attempt at being funny, decided that I, then, just naturally fell into the position of Phoebe for a few reasons: A. I sing (Disclaimer: In an attempt to salvage my reputation as an musician/artist, I would like to say that I sing *nothing* like her. Thank You.) B. Apparently, being that I'm a professional facial contortionist, I'm incredibly animated and have taken on many facial expressions, characteristics, and even phrases similar to that of Phoebe. But most importantly, C. The strangest things always seem to happen to me: just like they do to Phoebe.

Allow me to cite an example:

Just the other day, I had the office to myself: which actually isn't all that uncommon considering that the owner is rarely here during my workday (he comes in during the early morning and late afternoon hours), and my coworker leaves at 3:15 every afternoon to pick up her grand-daughter from school. So, what does one do when she has the office to herself? Whatever she wants! So let me preface this by sharing with you that all stinkin' day I had been struggling with the shirt that I was wearing. It was too big (but my favorite, no less) and so I had it pinned in the back to keep it from looking ridiculous. Well, the pin had bent somehow and kept popping open, so I had my co-worker adjust it for me a couple of times.

Well, after she had left, I noticed that the last time she adjusted for me, she placed the pin in such a way that it was showing, and well, we can't have that! So, seeing that I had the office to myself and all (it was the end of the day and I had to head straight to school from work - can't be crooked at school!), I whipped off my shirt (yes, I did have a shirt on underneath: a teeny tiny little black tank top which by itself - NOT PROFESSIONAL WORK ATTIRE) and got to work on readjusting my pin: on the desk which sits directly outside the door of my boss's office. Smart. Now, before I go any further, I would like to ponder with you a moment on WHY I would not have found it easier just to go to the bathroom and do this. I'll never know. Was I just too lazy? Was it the adrenaline rush of the possibility of being caught? What posesses me to put myself on the line like this, I'll never know.

And then it happens: The front door opens.

"Helloooooooo!" Ohmygoshohmygoodness the big boss man is here what am I going to do WHATAMIGOINGTODO?!?!?! So I duck behind one of the cubicle partition dealies, and desperately try to throw my shirt on over my teeny tiny little black tank top: THE STINKIN' SHIRT WAS PINNED TOGETHER: FRONT TO BACK. Oh.my.Lord.help.Me. I think even God Himself was up there with his arms crossed, shaking His head, laughing at me all while watching the horrific events unfold.

So what's a girl to do in this particular situation? Hold the pinned shirt over her front and hope to God that while passing by boss man doesn't see me. Oh but... HE DOES!

Boss Man: *laughing* "What are you DOING? This is not a dressing room!"

Me: *Holding my shirt in front of myself looking insanly guilty* "Um... um... well you see... um..."

Boss Man: *laughing harder*

Me: "Oh come on, I'm wearing a tank top! I just needed to readjust my... *sigh* nevermind..." (nice save PHEOBE)


Seriously. Seriously.... I promise you... the wierdest stuff happens to me all the time: and I'm pretty sure it's all my fault for the majority. So there you go. A peek into the strange, twisted, comical side of my world. Don't you wish you were me?