Well THAT just happened…
Posted on June 30, 2015
Have you ever had a really embarrassing moment? One that makes you want to crawl under a rock and…do whatever one does when under a rock (maybe count spiders? Struggle to breathe?)? I had an experience like that today. But despite the discomfort I felt, I am reassured by the fact that it actually could have been worse.
There I was, packing up at the end of my workday and getting ready to go. Despite the fact that I was sitting, there was a spring in my step and a gleam in my eye. One of my final tasks is to disconnect the Bluetooth headphones I listen to music on. I find having songs in the background helps me to concentrate so I tend to stream music most of the day. I just so happened to be listening to a country song that came on my Cledus T. Judd station at the time. (I am a grown man and can make my own decisions! DON’T YOU JUDGE ME!).
Nothing says professional motivation like this.
Well, when I turned off the headphones, my computer (lovingly programmed by one devious Mr. Bill Gates) thought my intention was to now blare my music at full blast to anyone in the general area. By the time I was able to realize my faux pas, analyze my options (run screaming like a child? Nah. Bludgeon the computer with any blunt objects in the vicinity? Maaaaaybe…), and mute the computer, a full, twangy verse had been belted out to all of my fellow working professionals remaining in the department.
Thankfully my brain’s trauma-coping mechanism blocked most of the lyrics from my memory, but I do recall the final line talking about partying with a beer. (Don’t bother searching for a country song that focuses on the benefits of parties and/or beer. Those criteria narrow it down to “All Country Songs Except Achy Breaky Heart”).
Despite the fact that the image represented is in no way my workplace, this is pretty accurate
You can imagine the humiliation I felt once I was able to cease the music and contemplate the situation. While I may have casually glanced to and fro for any human-sized rocks with space underneath, I was comforted knowing that the situation could have actually been worse. “Nay David! My feeble brain cannot fathom a non-public-nudity-involved situation that would cause more humiliation” you say.
- It was later in the evening and during a week with more people taking PTO than normal. This means that there are still a few people I work with that don’t think I ride tractors, swill Budweiser, and lovingly caress pigs for a hobby.
- Due to my rather eclectic music listening habits, the music being blasted to half of the company could have been more embarrassing for me. You can imagine that listening to the same music over and over, day after day, might get old. It does. So I use the opportunity to explore various genres. For example, just today I heard some Weird Al Yankovic, stand-up comedy (not the blue stuff, light aquamarine at worst), and both gangster and gangsta’ rap. Imagine the scenario if I broadcast Snoop Dogg rhyming about the benefits of certain herbal relaxants to everyone. Bullet status: dodged!
While I may have been a shade short of crimson at the time, I am going to totally own this…by walking into work with a paper bag on my head tomorrow.
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