You realise you've been embarrassing yourself every day for a solid three months and didn't even know about it.
It all started at the beggining of Summer when I started a job at my Dad's office. It was a lot of fun for the first week or so, then boredom set in. And it set in hard. Fortunately, it didn't take me long to accidentaly discover one fun thing about the job: the bathroom.
Yes, the bathroom. You see, it was covered in floor to ceiling tile, which meant that the accoustics were horrible in the best possible way. Every little sound echoed and magnified itself. Of course, being me, I had the immediate urge to try singing. And so I did, and it was amazing.
So then I started lingering after my bathroom break to sing and hear my voice sound approximately one billion and three times more intense than usual. Then I started going in just to sing. Because, hey, the song that was playing on my ipod ROCKED and I TOTALLY NEEDED to sing along. No one would hear me, anyway.
Or so I thought.
I should have figured it out when I was walking across the parking lot one day and a coworker complimented me on my voice. Unfortunately, I happened to be singing along to my ipod at the time, so even though I didn't think I was singing all that loudly, I figured he'd heard me.
I finally did figure it out about a week before I was due to quit. I was walking past the bathroom when I heard two women inside talking. The bathroom wasn't soundproof. I seriously wanted to die. And that's the story of my life's most embarrassing moment.
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Guess What Time it is?!?!
It's embarrassing confession time!!! Yay!!!!!
So, without further ado: I am 19 years old, and I still don't know my right from left.
It's pretty humiliating any time lefts and rights come into play, but especially so during driver's ed last summer. My driving instructor would keep telling me to turn one way, and I'd turn the other way. Not because I was trying to make her angry or because I didn't understand what she was asking, it's because I sucked at choosing the correct direction. Her and I didn't get along very well, so she took every wrong turn as a personnal affront against her instruction, so it pretty much made my lessons with her all suck, seeing as I sure wasn't going to admit to her what my problem was.
This is where it gets REALLY embarassing. Because when I start forgetting things that I should have learnt in kindergarten, I apparently can't stop. When I try the "Make the L's" trick, I can't even remember which way an L is supposed to face. Not that it would really matter in the above scenario because using the "L" trick would involve driving with no hands. Which is not safe.
So yeah, now you know my deep, dark secret. Feel free to mock me in the comments section. ;)
So, without further ado: I am 19 years old, and I still don't know my right from left.
It's pretty humiliating any time lefts and rights come into play, but especially so during driver's ed last summer. My driving instructor would keep telling me to turn one way, and I'd turn the other way. Not because I was trying to make her angry or because I didn't understand what she was asking, it's because I sucked at choosing the correct direction. Her and I didn't get along very well, so she took every wrong turn as a personnal affront against her instruction, so it pretty much made my lessons with her all suck, seeing as I sure wasn't going to admit to her what my problem was.
This is where it gets REALLY embarassing. Because when I start forgetting things that I should have learnt in kindergarten, I apparently can't stop. When I try the "Make the L's" trick, I can't even remember which way an L is supposed to face. Not that it would really matter in the above scenario because using the "L" trick would involve driving with no hands. Which is not safe.
So yeah, now you know my deep, dark secret. Feel free to mock me in the comments section. ;)
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