Remember that time I told you the story about how I threw up at Five Guys and it was really gross? Well, there was this other time that something equally embarrassing happened and my husband,Cap’n Coupon says I should share it because it’s been a while since I publicly humiliated myself. So here goes.
|This woman is professional. Lydia is "professional".
Moving on. My job was in local government and occasionally I had to represent the agency I worked for in public meetings. It was at one of these meetings where the story takes place. It was a special meeting for three reasons: (1) very important people were going to be there; (2) I had to make a presentation to them; and (3) it was a meeting at night.
I drove to the meeting in the dark with music blaring. I felt free! Almost like I was going to a party or a bar or out to meet the Cap’n for a date. WOO HOO!!! I thought there was a pretty good chance that I was going to be able to hit the grocery store by myself on the way home, and I felt practically giddy at the prospect.
It occurred to me that I should get focused. I had to deliver some bad news to the Very Important People; we were delaying a project for six months. And one of those people had a reputation for yelling at staff when she thought they weren’t doing their jobs right. Even if it was in front of a room full of people. She’d also been known to speak to your supervisor if she didn’t like the quality of your work. She was very tough. We’d always gotten along swimmingly, but I was constantly terrified that she’d yell at me.
I pulled into a parking space with two minutes to spare. I quickly brushed my hair, ate an Altoid, and put on some Chapstick while checking my appearance in the rear view mirror, music still blasting. Then I locked up my car and sprinted into the meeting room – right on time.
Oh dear. The boss-man was looking at me. I smiled. He didn’t smile back. In fact, he looked as alarmed as a prison warden just before a riot.
That was weird.
Then I noticed the Maybe Would Yell lady was staring at me, too. She looked equal parts worried and like she smelled something bad. She didn’t smile either.
I then nervously sat through the first two parts of the meeting, running through my talking points in my head and focusing on making everyone understand why the project had to be delayed. They weren’t going to like it, but hopefully I could make them understand that we didn’t have a choice. And hopefully they wouldn’t blame me.
It was my turn! I stood up and passed out my attractive and colorful PowerPoint presentation. I spoke for about fifteen minutes. I’m not trying to brag or anything, but they were riveted. I’m not saying that the subject wasn’t fascinating (community-based public health planning modalities is sexy stuff). But it was all me. They couldn’t take their eyes off me. Especially the bossy boss man. He was looking at me like I was made of magic. The longer I spoke, the more entranced they became and the cockier I got.
I wrapped it up and asked if anyone had any questions. They didn’t. But they couldn’t stop staring at me. There was a long awkward pause, and they moved onto the next agenda item. I sat there feeling smug and awesome. I had rocked this like a hurricane. Had he been there, Ricky Bobby would have given me a fist bump and told me how I made that presentation my bitch. And my office had been worried about how the Board would react. COME ON! Lydia’s here. I got this. Bossy boss man was still looking at me. That dude wanted to have my baby because I was so awesome at public speaking. I smirked and scratched the side of my smirky mouth that all those bad ass words had just come out of.
Why was there red all over my finger nail? It was like I had gotten into a catfight with Ronald McDonald. OH DEAR GOD. I discreetly pulled my cell phone out of my briefcase and looked at the reflective surface. My worst fears were confirmed. It wasn’t Chapstick that I’d spread all over my mouth in the car in the parking lot, with music blaring, in the dark. It was bright red lipstick. A tube of red lipstick that in the dark was almost identical to the clear Chapstick I thought I was putting on.
The Maybe Would Yell lady suggested everyone take a five minute break. Then she walked over to me, a funny look on her face. She said very kindly and softly, “Lydia, you probably had to get a baby sitter tonight. Why don’t you head home to your children? That is, if you want to…”
Oh this is fantastic. She clearly thought she needed to get me the hell out of there as fast as possible. She glanced quickly at my briefcase, as if she were afraid there was an ice pick in it. And helped me out of my chair and gently pushed me out the door.
I didn’t even bother to look in the mirror in the ladies room. I just drove home. I walked in the house and walked right up to my husband and was like “Hi there. Notice anything?”
He looked amused. “What is all over your face? Were there clowns at your meeting?”