Falling off the wagon

What I learned yesterday during a meeting: at TJs when sitting on 2 milk crates in lieu of a tall stool, make sure they're properly stacked and snapped together. When the milk crate slid off its mate, I rolled off the back as if I was on horseback—old skills may have saved me from a bad fall onto unforgiving cement but it was still a long way down to the ground—in slow-mo. My workmates surprised faces in silent frozen Os mimicking mine. Not one made an attempt to help in either direction. My ass hurts. It hurts. My wounded pride will survive.

May 19, 2012