at Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I don't have a whole lot of time today, mainly because I'm busy as hell and am writing this post in place of the only bathroom break I had scheduled myself for the next 6 hours, but sometimes these sacrifices just have to be made. Although I am kind of regretting that biscuit and sausage gravy breakfast chalupa I had second helpings of this morning.
My goal for this brief window of blogotivity is to try and determine how frequently (if ever at all) you find yourself on the receiving end of your own stupid mistakes. By way of example, here are two such mistakes -- both of which happened to me YESTERDAY -- that could have been easily avoided by simply paying better attention:
I spent close to an hour carefully and lovingly crafting a message that was set to be distributed to a group of 15 or so people; people who are an important part of a project I am working on and for who this message was admittedly overdue. But I was determined to make it count, so I took my time, chose my wording carefully, and proofread like a motherfucker. Fully satisfied with my work, I slapped on the closing and fired it off. The first response was received within minutes, and instead of the praise and thanks I had been expecting, it simply said "nice closing dude". Turns out that at the end of my very well thought message, I signed off with the rarely-utilized colloquialism "Retards". I should have known adding that to the spellcheck in Firefox would come back to bite me in the ass someday.
Before sitting down at home to get started on some work, I set a glass of water and my daily allergy pill on the desk, heading off to the other room to grab my notebook. When I got back I tossed my notebook onto the desk and accidentally knocked the pill onto the floor, presumably into the dark corners of Narnia that reside beneath my desk. However, imagine my surprise to find that the pill had only fallen right in front of my chair! For a lazy cheapass like me, the thrill of not wasting precious pill money and/or the energy required to walk back to the medicine cabinet was exquisite. I picked up the pill and swallowed it with ease, throwing in a mental F you to my body's overzealous histamine response for good measure. Fast forward to the moment when the pen I'm holding slips from my hand and onto the floor. I lean down to pick it up and notice that there, sitting right next to it, is the allergy pill I dropped hours ago... making me wonder what the fuck did I swallow earlier?
Even if you're not the kind of person to frequently screw yourself over in such a manner, you can still meet me halfway on this one by sharing in the comments the last and/or worst time you did yourself in. Not that my soul is fed by your anguish and embarrassment or anything.