Don't Laugh. It's Not Funny. It's My Life.

I went to pick up my car today after work.  I left work at 5:00 PM knowing exactly where I needed to go to retrieve my vehicle.  I started heading towards the collision repair center and realized I was not on the correct highway. I have navigation on my phone, but chose not to use it at first.  As my stress level rose due to the fear I would not make it the collision repair center before 6:00 PM (when they close), I decided to use the navigation.  Unfortunately, I kept ignoring the full route on my phone because I thought I knew better.  There is no logic in my thought process, I am aware.  During this time, my rental's gas tank had reached empty and my phone was about to die (I didn't have charging capabilities).  Then I started whining to myself and thought about crying. After driving all around the city of Las Colinas and Irving, I finally made to to David McDavid Collision Repair.  It was 6:05 PM when I arrived.  I asked a guy standing ...

It's a funny story. I ran into Steven Latham at La Duni NorthPark the week I found out about my ex, Scott, cheating on me , which was near the end of August. A few months prior to the run in, I sent a FB post of Steven's to some co-workers because I thought it was funny and one of my co-workers said I should go out with him. I was like, "no, I don't really know him, we went to high school together, and I have a boyfriend". Anyway, back to La Duni (I wasn't supposed to go to La Duni either.  I actually suggested Flying Saucer in Addison and my friend said she didn't want to go there and picked La Duni). I saw Steven when I walked in, but he didn't see me. I normally wouldn't have said, "hi", but I did because of the co-worker suggestion months before and because Steven had just "liked" one of my statuses that week. I asked what he was doing there because I remembered that he lived in Ft. Worth (from my FB stalking reading). He w...

Listing of this morning's Blumders: Drove into a parking garage that I could only valet in, but thought I could self park. Valet drivers gave me a strange look when I blew past them. Drove in circles in the parking garage and saw only reserved spaces. Exited the parking garage and entered a $4.00 parking lot across the street from the building where my client is located. Drove around the parking lot for a good five minutes looking for a space (now five minutes late to my 9:00 AM meeting). Asked parking lot attendant if there were any spaces he pointed to a corner of the lot and said a woman was leaving. I never saw a woman or a vacant spot. E-mail client to say I was having parking issues. Left lot located on a one-way street and could not get back to the building parking garage with the valet. I had to drive up two blocks, turn right, and then right and then come back on the original street. Entered original parking garage and valeted. Now over 10 minu...

Yesterday, after a lunch break during a training session I was conducting (and no, I am not a trainer by trade), I sat in front of my trainees about to continue with our meeting when I smelled something like a sandwich with onions or like the occasional runner who passes by you whose scent makes you gag.   I looked around for nearby trashcans, but didn’t see any.   I discretely sniffed the air around me and could not figure out what this foreign smell was and then, horrified, recognized it was my right armpit.   A little known fact about me:   my armpits do not sweat.   Therefore, I was really shocked by the offensive odor emanating from my right armpit. I determined there could only be one possible explanation for this.   It had to   be the cheap dress I was wearing.   Lesson learned.   If you wear a cheap dress, it is inevitable your right armpit will be stinky.