I was reading Chloe’s blog recently and came across a post about five mistakes she’s made over the years. They’re the kind of mistakes that probably seem so cringey and horrible to her but actually really comforted me to hear. We’ve all messed up in big and small ways we hoped no one noticed. So I want to share some of those with you in a hopeful attempt that you’ll share some of yours and make me feel normal.
I especially wanted to post this after the post from this weekend I shared about “you’re so perfect” not being a compliment.
Also to be clear I’ve messed up in WAY worse ways than these. But either they’re personal so I don’t want to share them or they might be a bit too fresh. Like that time I tried to get my brother in trouble but it backfired real hard and I got in trouble… I was about 12 but it’s still too fresh.
I’m a very prideful person and like to put a positive spin on things that go wrong. But these particular incidents have been hidden away because there’s no positive spin to them and it’s time I come clean.
The klutz at work
I use to be graceful. I was a competitive figure skater for more than a decade, but that grace has since worn off and I am now a clumsy mess who apparently has no depth perception. This was evidenced at work about a month ago.
Each month we have to go over proofs of the magazine and make sure there aren’t any mistakes before it goes to the printers. I walked into the conference room where everyone was going over the proofs and smacked my leg HARD on the conference table. Everyone looked up but let it go.
Then when I left the room I proceeded to walk into the table with my other leg HARDER. This time I was asked if I was all right and they probably though I was drunk. But nope conference tables are just a hazard to me.
Those black massive bruises on my upper thigh stuck around for a while too.
That time I forgot to cancel an interview
Last year around this time I was applying to all kinds of jobs all over the place and going to lots of different interviews. So when I got word that I was hired for the job I’m now at it may have slipped my mind to cancel one of the other interviews I set up.
I remembered of course… just as they were calling to tell me I had missed it. My heart sunk and I felt sick. I apologized profusely but essentially had no excuse, I just messed up. At least I didn’t need that job right?
Why do you want this job?
At 16 I was going around the mall applying to any and every place desperately trying to find someone who would hire a never-employed-teenager. I went into Bluenotes at the time and asked for a manager to hand my resume to. The manager then (reasonably) asked me why I wanted to work at Bluenotes as I handed it to her.
My mind was completely blank – I had no answer. Did I even want to work at Bluenotes? I really just wanted someone to give me something to do for the summer and maybe pay me so I could go to the movies with my friends.
I think I answered something like ‘I like the jeans’. Needless to say I did not get that job. I assume my resume went straight into the trash.
Dried peppers in my nose
My partner’s parents have been growing hot peppers (I don’t know what kind) all summer and decided to dry them out to create pepper flakes. I LOVE spicy food so after bragging about my ability to handle heat I put a ton on my chicken. I was warned to keep them away from my eyes.
It was fine, my mouth wasn’t burning or anything and I thoroughly enjoyed the taste. I never proceeded to tease my partner about how he can’t handle heat and wouldn’t try any.
I must have at some point rubbed my nose with the hand that had touched the flakes. Within two minutes the edge of my nostril was in searing pain. Such bad pain that I had to ice it for about an hour. Yeah, I got teased for that one and have learned my lesson.
Never brag about your tolerance for spice, and don’t put dried peppers near your nostrils.
My recorder stopped working
If you’ve been reading my blog for a little while you probably know I’m a reporter. What this means is I spend a lot of time recording conversations to use the quotes to write articles. But I’ve had several times when this hasn’t gotten the way I wanted to. From a dead battery, to forgetting to hit record.
But this week I was deeply in a conversation, taking notes and then when it finished I looked down and noticed I had plugged my microphone into the “ear” port rather than the “microphone”. This means that my recorder picked up my questions and the sounds of the office around me. But none of the actual interview.
So there you have it, I’ve messed up, you’ve messed up, whatever it doesn’t really matter does it? I’d love to hear some of your embarrassing stories in the comments.
Also if you know me in real life PLEASE do not comment with your version of events or embarrassing moments you think I should have included (I’m looking at you mom). We’re good. Let’s keep those to yourself.
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