zipper!

The July sunny weather prompted me to wear my “skort” (a.k.a. short pants inside a skirt) in going to the office. I consider it as one of my “prized” possession because I’ve had it for 13 years. It’s classic, chic and comfortable. A total gem eh?

skort – front

Anyway, I was so happy wearing it… until I felt that the zipper malfunctioned. Darn! For a split second, I was rattled and worried. Good thing I was inside the washroom when it happened, thus, I was able to come up with an unconventional solution. Whew!

skort – back

I switched the position of my “skort”, this time the zipper was placed in front. Then, I zipped my jacket and pulled it down to  temporarily keep my skort in place. I must have visited the washroom a number of times throughout the day to check the “condition” of my skort. My colleagues must have been wondering if I was suffering from stomach upset.

On the other hand, the strong summer breeze on my way home was a blessing in disguise. I would have looked like a fool wearing a thick jacket during a sunny day. Ha! Let there be wind!

A jacket surely comes handy in times of “crisis”.  Aja!

jacket

nespresso

One morning, a French gentleman was expected in our office for a business meeting with my two gorgeous chiefs (F and S). Out of the blue, F gave me a “crash course” on preparing a “long” nespresso and requested me to  prepare one  for the visitor.

Although, it’s considered a very simple task, I was still a bit jittery because I don’t belong to the coffee world. Yup… I’m more of a tea person and if ever I drink coffee (which happens once in a blue moon), I can only take 1 or 2 sips because my stomach can’t stand it.

Anyway, the French gentleman asked for nespresso “short” (I have no idea what “short” means) and when I used the machine, it just filled one fourth (1/4) of the cup. I was already in a panic mode and nearly added hot water into the cup to make it full.

nespresso

In order to signal my predicament, I tried to catch S’ attention but to no avail. I approached my other co-worker to help me out but she also doesn’t know how. Nonetheless, my co-worker suggested to transfer the coffee in a small glass but I can’t find any. Moreover, I was not comfortable giving a very small portion of coffee because I felt that its not enough for a gentleman like him. :p

While figuring out what to do next, F seemed to sense my little problem and she came to my rescue. I was so relieved when she took over. I went back to my desk as if nothing happened. Although, at that point I was hoping that the floor will just open up and swallow me. I was so embarrassed! Until now, I still laugh whenever I remember that incident.

Lessons Learned:
Learn from bloopers.
Let out that hearty laugh to lighten up a not so good situation.

Aja!