By Diane Ako
Ever have one of those days where nothing goes right? I had a day yesterday where it seemed like everything I did embarrassed me. It's not that it went wrong; it just took a detour through shame first.
I had a business meeting mid-day and met someone at his office. After the meeting I went into the public restroom. I hung my purse on the door and put my papers and cell phone on the floor. (I know it's gross but there was nowhere else.)
After I left the bathroom, I got into my car and drove back to work. When I got out of the car, I did not see my purse in the trunk or in the front seat. I freaked out. I riffled through the trunk (which has a lot of stuff in it) and didn't see it.
I panicked and figured I left it on the bathroom door. I sped back to the bathroom to hopefully retrieve it. I also called my contact and asked him to please check the womens' public bathroom. Luckily, we have a friendly history that goes back a couple years, so it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as a first impression.
There was a lot of traffic in Waikiki so it felt like I was crawling. It's like the dream sequence where you think you're running but you go nowhere.
When I got back to his office, I sprinted into the bathroom and didn't find it. I freaked out some more and then decided to recheck everything. Wouldn't you know it; it was buried in my trunk.
I was too wired on adrenaline to register shame at this point, and I gave myself an upset stomach. I am upset now as I re-live it.
In the late afternoon, I had some friends come to try afternoon tea at the hotel. I never make reservations. It's always wide open.
Except, duh, I'm promoting the afternoon tea right now. So due in part to my own p.r. efforts, the tea is mostly sold out for August.
My friends show up and I can't get us in for tea. We went to another restaurant on property, so all's well that ends well, but kind of dopey on my part.
Lastly, I get home, and I am so glad to be wrapping up the day. After I shower, my kid comes over and hands me a pair of my underwear.
She normally doesn't select my underwear for me, so I asked, "What's this for?"
"It was in my nap-time sheet at school," she answered. I had washed the sheet and sent it back with a hot pink panty embedded inside.
This is why, to paraphrase that popular saying, you have to do more than wear clean underwear. You have to own nice looking ones, in case you end up accidentally sending it to preschool for 15 kids and three teachers to see.
What's your embarrassing story?
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