On Friday, I tripped and fell. Actually, it was more like I went ass-over-teakettle and bit it, hard, in front of the entire department, all of whom were gathered to celebrate a fellow co-worker’s birthday. I mean, drink-in-my-hand-flying-everywhere, bruised-and-rugburned-knees, sprained-ankle, down-for-the-count bit it. And since it was only my second week on the job, I’m sure I’ll be known for at least the next few months as “that girl who busted her ass in front of everyone.”
But here’s my favorite part: I tripped and fell over a stack of safety posters that had been waiting to be hung on the walls for about six weeks.
If that’s not a euphimism for Human Resources in general, I don’t know what is.