This morning I pulled up to work and started gathering my stuff together. (This takes awhile and involves many bags). Once I was done with that, I looked in my purse for my work badge. It wasn't there. WTF? The one thing I always do before I leave home is make sure my badge is in there. So where was it?
My mind starts racing. Was I going to have to get a temporary badge? What if they didn't have any? Would I be forced to have people come with me every time I went in and out of the building to smoke. WHERE WAS MY BADGE???
Then I looked down again.
Oh.
It was around my neck.
Of course. I knew that!
I know I have blonde hair, but I kind of hoped I could rise above the stereotype. I hoped I'd be the one blonde who proves all the bad blonde jokes wrong.
Silly, silly me...
1 comment:
I do that!
Sadly, I usually have an audience when I do it though. *roll eyes*
My kids just looooove to make fun of me during my blonde moments.
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