Today I almost had something very embarrassing happen.
I walked out of the work toilet and into the area with the basins. I looked up and looked into the mirror in front of me and then saw my reflection from the back from the mirror behind me.
My skirt was tucked into my undies.
Luckily I did not walk out into the office like this.
Unfortunately, for every story that ends with a "near miss" I have multiple stories where I was not so lucky.
Like the time I walked the length of Auckland airport with toilet paper on my shoe.
Or the time I told the Managing Director of our company that I think people who drive Range Rovers in the city and not off road are wankers (yes, he has a Range Rover)
Or the time I wore two different black shoes to work (and one had a heel).
Or the time I asked the Managing Director if he was wearing fancy dress to the Christmas party (themed Brazilian Carnival) and whether his outfit involved a glittery G-string and head-dress.
Or the time I was asked where my last job was located, and I answered "Oh it was based in the God-awful suburb of xx" only to find that is where the person lived.
I hope in future I have more "near misses".
I walked out of the work toilet and into the area with the basins. I looked up and looked into the mirror in front of me and then saw my reflection from the back from the mirror behind me.
My skirt was tucked into my undies.
Luckily I did not walk out into the office like this.
Unfortunately, for every story that ends with a "near miss" I have multiple stories where I was not so lucky.
Like the time I walked the length of Auckland airport with toilet paper on my shoe.
Or the time I told the Managing Director of our company that I think people who drive Range Rovers in the city and not off road are wankers (yes, he has a Range Rover)
Or the time I wore two different black shoes to work (and one had a heel).
Or the time I asked the Managing Director if he was wearing fancy dress to the Christmas party (themed Brazilian Carnival) and whether his outfit involved a glittery G-string and head-dress.
Or the time I was asked where my last job was located, and I answered "Oh it was based in the God-awful suburb of xx" only to find that is where the person lived.
I hope in future I have more "near misses".