These are the sorts of things I usually plan well in advance for.
Those inevitable little disasters that, in the grand scheme of things, don't amount to much, but can still ruin a single day in time.
Nothing but a miserable, heartwrenching, gut-punching, unavoidable, despicable pain my butt.
I had to stay late at work last night for a big meeting of all the big wigs from throughout my company and from the surrounding community. Knowing I would be here for a while, I dressed comfortably, yet professionally. But I also took into consideration that I would be eating two meals at work and, therefore, wore colors as opposed to my stain-magnet white dress shirt.
I chose my bright orange dress shirt with darker khaki pants. I also had a dark blue tie with diagonal orange and light blue stripes. Brown belt and brown dress shoes. Quite comfy. Quite professional. Quite safe.
Or so I thought.
Just before meeting my dad for lunch, I looked down at my shirt and saw, at gut level, large grayish grease stains that spanned the entire width of my shirt.
Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!
How could this have happened??? Then I realized that a couple hours earlier, I had been leaning against a podium while talking to a coworker. I found out from him that the building maintenance crew tended to grease the holder on the front of the podium to facilitate the constant changing of the nameplates that were used on it.
Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, NO! Not today!
I frantically tried to get it out with my Tide Pen... nothing.
I tried water... zilch.
I tried warm, soapy water... zero.
NOOOOO!!! I had an extra tie at work for those emergencies when a tie would be necessary, but I didn't have a whole other shirt!
And, even though Katie was convinced she could get the stains out, that did me no good at work where I don't have access to a lot of the same stuff she uses to clean nor did I have the time to go home at the end of my workday, fix it or change to a new shirt, and return to work in time for the meeting.
I bit the bullet and wound up heading to Eddie Bauer, the closest men's clothing store and bought a new dress shirt. Really nice shirt that was also on clearance. Of course, it was wrinkled and I had to hang it near a shower in our fitness center locker room to steam it out. But I guess that's better than wearing a grease-stained shirt in front of all the truly big-named people here at work.
Oh crap. I suddenly realized I wore it in front of my boss. Before I noticed I had the stains.
He either didn't see the problem or was just keeping his mouth shut in an attempt to keep from embarrassing me or so he could laugh at me privately later or some combination thereof.
But I guess to prove that every gray cloud has a silver lining, you remember the reporter that digs my blog? He visited me shortly after I returned from the Bauer. He said that while reading my blog, he discovered that he and I had pretty similar tastes in music. He then told me that he and his buddies swap "best of" mix CDs each year and that he made an extra copy of his CD for me. And his mix rocks! Some Wolfmother, Pete Yorn, Katie Melua, Josh Rouse, Lily Allen, The Killers, Corinne Bailey Rae, Ray Lamontagne, Paolo Nutini, Beck, Robert Randolph & the Family Band, Christina Aguilera, and several others. 20 songs in total that really made my day. I actually stopped griping about my shirt after that. Thanks, J!