you can dress me up

you can dress up the girl, but you can't make a lady out of her.

i've never been a big fan of heels. if it wasn't a doc martin, i wasn't wearing it. and i was wayyyy to much of a rebel to be caught dead in sneakers.

and then, i got old. and got a career. now heels are a part of my daily habit. but a change in wardrobe doesn't necessarily change the soul...

i had decided to wear a new, black pair of heels i had picked up at the nine west outlet in OBX while on vacation. this was a skinny heel, the kind you wear-to-strut-your-stuff-in or else look as if you're a 4-year-old who has raided mom's closet again.

so here i was sitting in a conference room, cross-legged as normal in my seat, running a meeting. my work badge is tossed in my pant's pocket with the large cord dangling. being the bundle of energy that i am, i jump from my seat to write some comments on the dry erase board and somehow by the luck of the goddess, i realize that the cord from my badge has wrapped itself around my skinny, heel.

"whew! that was a close one," i told the group as i stood like a flamingo trying to untangle myself while perched on one leg. we all had a good chuckle and moved on -- crisis diverted.

once back at my desk, i'm working in the zone, when i leap from my desk to grab something off the printer. only this time, i was snared.

at this point, many things are running through my head:
+ thank goddess no one else is around,
+ thank goddess the walls of my cube are high,
+ at least ... hey, why is he looking at me?
+ oooh no, he can see me!

yep, trying to keep orca under wraps while she's going down was a little too much for my cube walls to conceal. it seems the leap from my chair propelled me far enough outside my cube as to make my descent visible to all who were in the office. d'oh!

the only thing i could do was to laugh. my coworker who witnessed the great fall was kind enough to see if i was alright before letting the guffaws out. another routine day in the life of bean.