Work is killing me. Today's assignment was to cover a Very Important Public Meeting. Very Important. I am tired. No, not tired. I am exhausted. And the pages are piling up, as are my sore hands, back, neck, head. I can't keep my head above water, and I had to get up extra-early and drive 70 miles to this job. I'm not at my best in the mornings under the best of conditions, but especially after two long days of another job that kicked my ass. I arrived at the job site and was setting up my equipment at the front of the room. There were probably 50 people there. A woman (I never did see her face or figure out who it was) came up behind me and whispered, "Your dress (it was really a skirt, but it's an unimportant technicality) is completely unzipped in the back."
I know you're going to ask: The answer is "white Jockeys."
I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be laughing. But I am. I just love you to pieces, Norma.
And Bloglines just picked up 5 new posts from you. GR hasn't picked this one up yet, though.
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 07:14 PM
Doh! I did this too once at a very large law firm where I worked in college. Made it all the way up the elevator (14th floor), down the hall and to my desk before someone pointed it out. Of course, i was young and cute and my butt looked pretty good--as opposed to now--so I guess I shouldn't have been so upset. At the time, of course, it was pretty embarrassing. At least you made an impression. Even if it was of your white cotton 'tocks.
Posted by: rachel | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 07:44 PM
The title is killing me. :-)
Posted by: Kathy | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 07:45 PM
Like Carole, BL just came in with 5 posts for you.
At least you were wearing SOMETHING. And, um, wasn't there the slightest draft?
Posted by: Dave Daniels | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 07:54 PM
Under the heading of "it could be worse": I used to know someone whose entire wrap skirt once came undone and fell off while she was writing a complicated equation on the blackboard in front of a class. She realized partway through that the class was unusually quiet, but figured, great, they were finally focusing. One of her students eventually came up behind her and said, "Um... Dr. X? Your skirt fell down." No, she was not wearing a petticoat.
Posted by: Lucia | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 08:03 PM
Oh no!!! I'm sure you'll laugh about this later. Eventually.
Posted by: Cheryl | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 08:05 PM
Poor Norma! At least someone told you and it wasn't as bad as spending the day with your dress tucked into your white jockeys! :)
Posted by: Debi | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 08:58 PM
I have pink Jockey's on!! I was so excited that they had them yesterday in Kohl's. Best underwear ever!
Do you want to come here and have my Physical Therapist husband work on you?
xo
Posted by: scout | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 09:02 PM
I love you, The Norma. At least, she told you.
Posted by: Cookie | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 09:02 PM
Oh, dear . . .
Posted by: --Deb | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 09:54 PM
Yup, more coffee before those kicking-your-ass things appears to be a necessity. At least someone told you. I've actually had "friends" NOT tell me about a similar problem (skirt into pantyhose) and a complete stranger came up and told me! I no longer hang out with those peopel I can tell you...
Posted by: Carol | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 10:14 PM
Egads. I now SO remember why I work at home (says me who didn't get a shower until 5:45 P.M. tonight and spent the day in jeans with mud caked around the hems).
Posted by: Anne | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 10:17 PM
Yes, well there was the time I stood up lecturing in front of a class with my pants unzipped and one of my hands in my pocket, which, of course, made the unzipped zipper very obvious. Bright purple underwear. Feelin' your pain! I have a friend who did the skirt tucked into underwear thing. She was wearing a thong. It was the chair of our department who noticed. Both of their faces were bright red. (And boy howdy do you clean house when you say you're gonna!)
Posted by: Kristen | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 11:00 PM
I've learned it's always something ... I did "girls night out" with a group of 5 other ladies. We went to a night club. I was wearing a mini-tank-dress thingie with a white thong underneath. The club had blacklights. Guess what the thong did ... it frickin' GLOWED like it was radio active. I dashed to the loo and took them off. But they were new and rather expensive so I didn't want to trash them. Oh, and I wasn't carrying a purse because we were in the club. So, I wadded them up in my hand, went downstairs to where some more friends had joined us and told one of my guy friends that I needed to borrow his pocket for the night! Ugh!!!
Posted by: Beth | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 11:07 PM
well, at least if it was unzipped, it wasn't falling down! and you're too old to be doing the brittney thing (actually, britney is too old to be doing the brittney thing, lol)
hope the rest of your week goes better
Posted by: minnie | Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 11:25 PM
Well, at least you were wearing something under the skirt (unlike Ms. Lohan and all those other Hollywood types).
Posted by: kmkat | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 12:20 AM
...still laughing...thanks for the early morning smile. :)
Posted by: maggie | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 01:11 AM
If I had been drinking a diet coke, I would have spewed it. I would have. But I'm not allowed to drink any liquids today on this day of all days. It would have been fun, too, spewing.
Next time, dress completely before leaving the house. No fair flashing people to try to get a bonus.
xo
Posted by: sandy | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 05:54 AM
Now, that's a completely DIFFERENT superpower...
Posted by: DebbieB | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 06:36 AM
You have seen the Brittney pictures, right? See, It COULD have been worse!
I hope you get some rest!!!!
Posted by: pippi | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 06:53 AM
That could totally be me this week. ;-) Hang in there.
Posted by: Kirsten | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 08:24 AM
I have neutral jockies on. granny doesn't wear jockies. a hint. :) hang in there sweetie. i know the feeling--on a completely different playing field and I am pulling for you!!
Posted by: Kathleen | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 08:24 AM
What no thong???
Posted by: Ann in Vermont | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 08:44 AM
How did the skirt stay up??? At least you found out when you did. Sorry to hear work is kicking your ass, but hopefully that means in the great scheme of things you can take some holiday time off.
Posted by: MBT | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 09:06 AM
oh dear. I'm sorry. The title killed me. Can't stop laughing. Hope your day gets better :)
Posted by: jen | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 09:17 AM
Aren't you glad she told you though? I always tell people when they're unzipped or their skirts are stuck in their tights. I would want someone to tell me so I'm not walking around with my undies hanging out.
Good luck with work, Cousin. You need to treat yourself to something nice. A bath with a drink and some chocolate would be my suggestion, but whatever floats your boat, really. :)
Posted by: jenn | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 09:23 AM
Bless your dear heart! May nothing worse happen to you all month.
(Thank God it wasn't the Sponge-Bob Boxers.)
Posted by: Roxie | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 09:36 AM
WOW - 5 posts at once. Bloglines had been just saving them all up so that we could have a really big fun read.... Ending in this great story!
Now back to the Frostrosen post---those are going to be some pretty mittens!
Posted by: Pat | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 09:48 AM
I am very happy she told you! but eek!
Posted by: jess | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 10:00 AM
Tell me that I'm laughing WITH you...
; )
It could have been oh, so very, very worse.
Posted by: Vicki | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 12:02 PM
Wow. White. Awesome.
That woman is a true friend and you should find her however you can and tell her that you want her to be your best friend in the world because she is a kind, kind, honest soul.
Posted by: Katherine | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 12:45 PM
You know, I'm of two minds about what I'd rather have people see me wearing: something conservative and innocuous (but boring) or something spicy and sexy (but embarrassing). But definitely not a thong (my butt needs a lot more toning).
At least she did tell you.
Get some sleep!
Posted by: Elisabeth | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 01:10 PM
Reading your blog for the first time today (Thanks to Wendy Knits) Love the Red Scarf project! I started mine today.
An aside -- saw your Book Wish list -- let me recommend -- Blue Jelly: Love Lost and the Lessons of Canning by Debbie Bull. Try to get the hardback addition -- cool transparent cover --
I think it would be a great addition to your canning books. It's pretty funny too.
Posted by: Juliette | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 05:58 PM
It is a really good thing it wasn't me.
Worse than a thong. A string. My husband and daughter both laugh at my underwear. They've made up a song. "Mommy's underwear really isn't there...."
Maybe I should start wearing Jockeys.
Posted by: Lee Ann | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 06:51 PM
Retail, christmas/holiday.need I say more. Can't to tired. Working hard (selling silk cashmere),someones got to do it.
I will check myself in the mirror before I head out to see if all my bits are together. Cheers.
Posted by: denny Mcmillan | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 10:24 PM
At least you didn't stay 90 minutes late in order to rinse and blow dry a dead dog. That was me on Monday. The first patient I saw my next work day had the same name.
Posted by: Melissa G | Thursday, December 07, 2006 at 11:23 PM