We have a beautiful, gorgeous new break room and kitchen on our newly remodeled floor at work. I love to hang out there when I can to soak up some joyous daylight, crochet away or just look out over the metro from 30-plus floors high. And yes, I eat lunch there sometimes, too!
Both the kitchen and the break room have enormous glass panes adding to the open, bright atmosphere.
But I am a blonde. Born that way. And a klutz to boot. I'm the reason safety requirements dictate markers on glass so people won't walk into the glass. Yes, I left the first nosy faceprint on our shiny glass.
At least I didn't have an audience when I walked into the glass on Day 1.
I found the glass a few more times, but seemingly can't get it through my thick head. Or my thick head stubbornly thinks it can walk right through that thick glass.
I was preparing my salad in the kitchen one recent day, while bosses and co-workers preparing their meals chatted cheerfully about upcoming events. I picked up my plate and fork, then proceeded to walk out the door. But missed. Bang. Dang.
Carrots, iceberg lettuce, cabbage, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, little green onions and spicy southwest ranch dressing shot across the new floor. One of the bosses came rushing to my side to assist in the cleanup. Another soon joined. One pointed out my plate landed right side up. I didn't lose ALL my lunch.
What can I say? I like my salads tossed...