Written a year ago…one of the funny days. Enjoy!
I have often said that my life resembles a sitcom, even a dramedy on certain occasions. These “sitcom moments” are things that happen in real life that would be hysterical if you were watching them on TV…those moments that are so embarrassing or awkward or funny that you would never think that they would actually happen in real life. But sometimes fact is stranger, and funnier than fiction.
Take this morning for example. It started out a bit like a Monday (even though it is Tuesday). Everything just seemed to be going wrong. My father didn’t want to get out of bed…which means I was late into the office (or later than I wanted and was planning on getting to the office). Much like a toddler who doesn’t want to get up and eat breakfast, many times my Dad has to be coaxed. This is time consuming and a bit exhausting. And then there was no more coffee for that 2nd cup. Hmmmm, will have to stop on the way to work to grab a cup…
Meanwhile, there is a special review meeting that I should be at my desk to Skype in to join, but since running late getting Dad up and eating, I’ll just dial in…except it isn’t the normal dial in. This meeting is only a Skype. I don’t have Skype on my mobile. No problem, I’ll download it. My efficiency cannot be stopped. I am on a roll and run out of the house, not even taking the time to grab a jacket for the cold morning.
I manage to download Skype for Mobile while driving to QT for coffee. In the parking lot I complete the many sign in, verification, notification, etc. steps to initiate Skype (I think about 20 in total). Finally, able to join the meeting!
While on mute on I walk in the store and manage to fumble through the coffee making process…except that there is no sugar canister, they ran out. GREAT. They do have the little packets of sugar – the ones that contain a half a baby teaspoon of sugar in the large by comparison packet. But I always feel bad about the 25 or so packets I have to put in my coffee, so I avoid the guilt altogether by pouring out the coffee.
As I toss the cup in the trash there is a pivotal moment in the meeting….my boss thanks me for the hard work I have done on my assignment…and there is a pause, for me to say something, anything, some kind of comment back. Except I cannot find the home screen for Skype to unmute the mic and say thank you…and more silence…then someone says an awkward comment about maybe I cannot join the conversation….and I am frantically searching and pounding on my touch screen phone, cursing under my breathe. Surely onlookers thought I was having a seizure. After what seems like an eternity, the moment passes and the meeting moves on.
After blowing my moment in the meeting, I reenter my car, no coffee in hand, and notice a loud smell. Cigarette smoke. My man generously took my Dad to the doctor’s office the day before, but did not air out the car well before parking it for the night. OK, no problem. I’ll drive to work with the windows down. In 34 weather. With no coat. Well, at least I won’t need the coffee to be fully awake.
After prying my frozen hands off the steering wheel, I walk into work with a windblown hairstyle that could have only been inspired by a mad man with an electrical outlet. It was truly an awe-inspiring mess. There are a few double takes from co workers as I pass them and smile, holding my windblown head up high. If you are going to be a mess, at least be dignified about it.
I imagine a young Goldie Hawn or Kristen Wiig pulling off a scene like that, not something that would be in my life. And that is my Muesday (Monday + Tuesday) Sitcom moment.
I can hear you laughing.