It was my first day of work at John Nuveen and I was quite impressed with myself. Granted, I was a mere secretary (or administrative assistant as I preferred to call it) but hey it was a foot in the door. I was a clueless 22-year-old envisioning myself as Mary Tyler Moore tossing her hat high into the Minneapolis air. You’re gonna make it after all.
As I walked toward my wee little desk in the research department I noticed a lovely spread of fruit and breads. What a wonderful company I thought as I took a large bite out of a particularly moist lemon cake. My horrified tongue immediately informed me that I had just ingested a quarter of a stick of butter. Looking around, my mouth bulging, I saw only fancy offices and boardrooms; no ladies room in sight. I briskly walked past the executive suites, not making eye contact, until at last I found a bathroom. My tongue still hasn’t forgiven me.
Then there was the time I went through an entire day of teaching, complete with IEP meetings sitting beside the principal — oh so professional – except for the fact that my dress was on backwards. There was a pocket on the back, butt level. I became aware of this when 3rd grader Isabelle asked, “Mrs. Marcell, why is there a pocket on the back of your dress?” I didn’t miss a beat; I turned around and placed a pencil in the backside pocket. “I keep pencils there.” Isabelle chuckled. 3rd graders can be quite mean.
I have signed my name, “Barclay Marclay”. In front of people at a bank. In pen.
I have driven our car into the garage with great conviction only to remember that there was a Christmas tree tied on the roof of the car.
And one day, late for school, I plowed the car backwards into the the sitting garbage cans at the end of the driveway; and following that, in the presence of my 8 and 10 year old, I emitted a loud utterance that starts with F and rhymes with luck.
And there’s more. My advice —
- Do not talk to inanimate objects like a column, especially during a job interview.
- It is not advisable to take your 2-year-old to a high-church liturgical service. When he starts grabbing bills from the offering plate, do not get flustered. And do not yell. Sound travels in those old sanctuaries.
- Mascara does not serve as lipstick.
The longer we live, the larger our list of faux pas’s — times we’ve tripped, forgotten names, mistaken sour cream for cream cheese.
The Huffington Post says,
“Being able to laugh at yourself may be a sign of an optimistic personality and a sense of humor, and it might even improve your mood. Humor has also been identified as a possible factor in the development of personal resilience.
And Susan Sparks, the author of Laugh Your Way to Grace says, “If you can laugh at yourself, you can forgive yourself; and if you can forgive yourself, you can forgive others.”
So share your embarrassing moments and laugh out loud. Think of the personal resilience you’ll develop!
And you may just find joy therein.
Today’s Takeaway –
-Our mouths turn downward as we age making us appear grumpy. Laughing exercises facial muscles and will make us look younger. How’s that for a win-win?! (Check out this RR post, Exercising your Face! It’s a Thing!)
-Share your stories here! What’s your most embarrassing moment? Let’s laugh together!
Enjoy the ride!
xox Barclay and Joy