So, that's embarrassing....

So here's a bit of levity to lighten your day. Several years ago, when I worked in a major US city that will remain nameless, I went to a meeting at an Alderman's office (I'd like to say Alderperson, because she's a woman) with my supervisor. I had taken a pen earlier off of my supervisor's desk when I was discussing a case with him and had it with me in my purse (a new Coach bag--it's a beautiful thing. =) and used it to write notes during the meeting with the Alderperson. She was discussing an ordinance that she was trying to pass, and suddenly I look down at my hands and notice that there is ink all over them, forming little pools of horror in the cracks of my fingers and around my nails. I have nothing to wipe this crap off with, mind you, because I'd left my sani-wipes at the office before I was required to run downstairs on a minute's notice to attend this meeting. Consequently, I have the brilliant idea of licking my forearm like a kitten and attempting to wipe the ink off without getting it onto my suit. Horrible plan, because I managed to simply spread the ink all over my arms and hands. The guy across from me whispered that it was on my face, too--apparently I had struck a look of concerned attention with my chin resting on my hand (yep, just like the famous sculpture). In the end, I looked like a suited, cross-dressing version of Smurfette, complete with blue arms and goatee to match.

Thankfully, my boss just laughed at me when the meeting was over, which wasn't fun because I felt humiliated all over again, so soon after my prior snafu. Turns out he hadn't even noticed what was going on.

I blame his ill gotten pen.