Murphy. I don’t much care for him, though I am sure he was a likable enough guy. Which Murphy you might ask? None other than, Captain Edward A. Murphy, Jr., a former pilot and aerospace engineer, and the man credited with coming up with that famous anything that can go wrong will Law (http://www.thestar.com/news/2009/01/11/the_man_behind_murphys_law.html). Murphy’s Law, which originated in 1949, when a group of Air Force scientists and engineers were trying to determine just how any Gs a human being could survive, has ruled my life on many occasion. The most recent being this past week.
It started out as a normal day, I got up, made coffee, listened to the news. That was as normal as it got…I was to start a new project downtown that day and I found out that I needed to do a few things online like print a temporary badge until the real one came in. Problem #1 – my internet was down. Problem #2 – no power cable to my printer. Off to Kinkos, wait for them to iopen, pay to print out 2 sheet badge. This little excursion set me back a few minutes, and as anyone who has driven in Atlanta traffic knows, a few minutes can kill an otherwise tolerable commute.
An hour and a half later, I was still sitting in traffic when the idea of skipping traffic and taking the train seemed like a good idea. And indeed it was. Except that on my way to the train from my car, the heel of my shoe collapses. And down I went, face first, on the pavement. Embarrassing yes, but considering how many times a week I fall, trip, spill, fumble and foible, not the end of the world.
I can fake it, I thought. I can just walk on the ball of my foot, and balance with the other. And I did, like a boss. I walked on the right foot, balanced on the left. Only a few times did I almost topple…which happens in good shoes on flat ground.
And that worked. Until it was time for my welcome lunch, where the team walked 3.5 blocks on that wonderful. beautiful day. And on the 3.5 block walk back, that is when it happened. The heel finally completely broke. It was barely dangling on by the sole. There was no faking that…After a good laugh, I ripped it off and hobbled back to the building and my desk.
Thank goodness I had some lacey little slip ons so I didn’t have to go barefoot on my first day. I did, however, have to walk 3 blocks back to the train station, hobbling on 1 good shoes and one missing heel. 2 hours later, because traffic is special in this town, I was finally home.
First day complete – Check. First fall on the new job – Check. Embarrassing moments – check, check and check.
Yes, my life is a sitcom.