I have been told, on more than one occasion, that I am a very bright girl. But on occasion I have these moments where events conspire to prevent any of my brain cells from functioning.
Yesterday was my first day at my new* job. And after a lovely morning of paperwork, I came back to my office with a horrible headache. By the end of the admittedly short day, I also had a pretty major stomach ache. At that point, I knew I was going to be horribly, horribly sick -- the only question was where and when. Of course, I was hoping that the answer was "not until I got home."
So I tried to rush home, via metro, but only made it as far as the station, when I suddenly needed to throw up. So throw up I did -- over the railing, as one train came and left.
I'm sure a lot of people were horrified. I know I was.
Of course, I somehow managed to get vomit on my scarf and coat -- which was only one month old. And vomit is gross. So, as anyone who knows me at all knows all too well, I had a compulsion to thoroughly clean it -- sterilize, even -- immediately.
So, I got home, and threw my scarf and coat in the washing machine.
Uh, wool coat.
Yeah, so it's completely ruined -- the wool shrank, the lining tore. Basically, it's a complete disaster.
I think that the moral of the story is that you shouldn't do laundry until you have a chance to think about it first.
*Not entirely new new, but that's a different story. Suffice it to say, for now, that it's not the job I just left.