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

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.