F*cking slippery floor.

[badseed1980]

My coworker V and I went to the Hyatt's restaurant for lunch today, so we could discuss a project we're working on while we ate. We both loaded up on salad and soup at the buffet, then started walking down the ramp that leads from the buffet area to the lounge/dining area. My foot slipped on the floor, and I went flying. No, I didn't get hurt, I just got soup and salad dressing on my clothes and in my hair, and on V's skirt. A Shout wipe hasn't removed it from my skirt. Christ. After a rough night last night (which meant not enough sleep), and after this, I just want to go home. I just want a do-over from yesterday afternoon through now, please. This is reminding me of Friday at this point. Grr. Fortunately, I just have burlesque class tonight, and no belly dance. Even though it's starting half an hour later than usual (and I think I'm the only one disappointed by that), I'll still be home at 8ish instead of 10ish. Yay.

Comments

[tisana.livejournal.com]

Did you guilt the restaurant into replacing your lunch?
Because it sounds like it might be their fault.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, it was just bad luck. It's not like the floor was wet or anything. Anyway, the buffet is all-you-can-eat, so going up to get another plate was expected.

[giftchild.livejournal.com]

*more zen hugs *


: ^ (


your fortunes seem to be truly misperforming as of late. someone should write a letter... ; ^ )

[tisana.livejournal.com]

Now that would be a great follow up. I'll have to remember that the next time I'm klutzy in public (it happens often enough).

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Actually, it was in such a spot that no one but serving staff and my coworker saw me. That, at least, was good!