If you know me at all, you know just how much of a klutz I am. As I've grown older, it has mostly dissolved itself from my daily life. Today, however, it came back and made up for lost time.
For the past month or two, I've been wearing flats to work because of how much I run around. So flying down the stairs like a mad woman is not such a big deal. Well, today I wore my tall Vera's that I love and completed my outfit perfectly. The color printer is upstairs, so I had had to run up to get an interest letter that I had completed for Steve and was running (my usual speed) back downstairs, when I missed a step, but luckily for me! my heel caught it. I stumbled and with a death grip on the banister, slid down the stairs on my knees in the oh so lovely crucifix position. To make it even worse, Warren was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a horrified, "oh my god is she going to hit me!?!" look. I couldn't even be humiliated in private, no no, I had to have an audience. Quite Bridget Jones-like if you ask me.
So, I've decided that I'm going back to wedges (which I seem to do better with) and flats until they hire someone else and I am no longer running up and down the stairs.
And to answer your question: besides hand hurting from the death grip on the banister, my knees and shins hurting from sliding down five stairs, and my mortally wounded pride, I am okay.
I'm just going to go hide under my desk now.
