I Need to Write the Dictionary

I've done it. It's happened. My life is complete. My name has become a noun.

At least, it has in my department. We have a new VP and when I asked my manager how her first meeting with him went, she replied "Ugh. I totally andread right in front of him."

Ha, ha, ha, ha, wait. What?

To andrea: make a fool of yourself in front of upper management.

My foray into the world of office-buffoonery started with an ill-timed f-bomb as the elevator doors opened to reveal our C.E.O. Whoops!

Then I made screaming noises and Chewbacca sounds in front of a project manager... twice... in the same day.

And I dribbled coffee down the front of my shirt saying hello to our C.F.O. before accidentally throwing a knife at him.

Those are just the first three incidents. I have - not on purpose despite my joking about it - pretty much said or done something stupid or silly in front of every upper manager in my office. It became a running joke at our weekly status meetings. "And what have you done to embarrass yourself this week, Andrea?"

Even some of upper management are in on the joke.

And now, my name has become a noun. I feel oddly proud about this.

Now, to go and andrea in front of the new VP...

Hey, I have a reputation to maintain!

(No, this post was not sponsored by Supernatural. I'm just catching up on Season 9 so...)

Question: Ever made a fool of yourself at work?

Friday Night

On Monday, I an email exchange with my coworker.

ME: I don't usually start planning to drink on Friday night on Monday, but it's one of those days.

HER: HA! It's 8:23.

ME: I know.

On Tuesday I picked up my gym bag to get changed before catching the bus, got distracted by a question from a coworker which turned into a conversation, and 25 minutes later was setting the gym bag down on my dinning table while realising that I had completely forgotten about bootcamp.

It was just one of those weeks. In the back of my mind was the continuing thought that Friday night would mean a bottle of wine. While on one hand that was fun, on the other I found it stressful.

To most people, a glass of wine after a long week is nothing, but in my early/mid twenties I had to deal with two alcoholics in my immediate family. At a time when my friends didn't give too thoughts to the amount of alcohol they would consume on a weekend, I became hyperaware of every drink that passed my lips. I became especially aware of when I was drinking alone. When I stopped living with roommates, I stopped drinking unless I was with people.

Yet here I was, spending a whole week planning a night of drinking by myself.

Last night, I curled up in my pyjamas with my Chinese delivery dinner, my wine in a TARDIS mug, two purring cats, and Tangled in the DVD player.

I can not think of a better way to have ended that week.

Here's to a better week ahead.

Question: what was good about your week? Cheer me up, people!