I was only at my new post a mere three hours before I managed to make my first fumble.
While chatting with one of our part-time staff, I reached over to grab my drink off my desk while continuing our conversation, and somehow the lid had come unscrewed off the bottle of Powerade I was drinking…and then I ever so gracefully proceeded to pour out half the bottle on myself in an attempt to take a sip.
Now, this wasn’t a minor spill. Oh no. From my chest down to my knees was covered, and I had go back home and change. The drink managed to seep threw my clothes to my knickers, and even to my shoes, as I squeaked while walking.
Classy, it was.
My boss who came back from lunch after I made the trip home to change, paused looking me up and down and said, “I hope we can expect a wardrobe change at lunch everyday from you, it’ll keep things fresh.”
I’m so gonna have to buy more plaid.