“Veni, Vidi, Velcro”
(I came, I saw, I stuck around)
I know…I did say I would NEVER ever spend my time bloging...so for all you out there, that laugh at me now - it's my pleasure to admit: I was wrong! I like it!
There. I said it!
Now, over to something embarrassing…
I talked to mum one hour this morning and then I skipped lunch just to talk to dad. I was so busy explaining him why I said what I said (ref. my earlier entry), that I completely forgot about the meeting.
Thank god Isaac reminded me.
So, all stressed…I told dad to call me later…grabbed my notebook and run to the meeting room. I was mad at myself for coming late… and I was still thinking about the conversation I had with dad.
Then, it was my turn to present our (company’s) view… despite being prepared I wasn’t able to answer one very relevant question. I turned to our assessor, Patrick, and said:
I forgot the figures…but Dad, can answer. What was it, dad?
I saw him looking perplexed, but didn’t comprehend and continued:
Do you have the figures, da…. !!!! I stopped and realized I was about to call him dad.
I gave a sheepish grin and…Argh!
I wish I had died right there. It was horrible.
After the meeting, Patrick "the meanie-babbler" told everybody in the office.
Resat of the day, I sat shamefaced in my office.
EDIT
By the way, I hate my dad! All this is his fault!
I know…I did say I would NEVER ever spend my time bloging...so for all you out there, that laugh at me now - it's my pleasure to admit: I was wrong! I like it!
There. I said it!
Now, over to something embarrassing…
I talked to mum one hour this morning and then I skipped lunch just to talk to dad. I was so busy explaining him why I said what I said (ref. my earlier entry), that I completely forgot about the meeting.
Thank god Isaac reminded me.
So, all stressed…I told dad to call me later…grabbed my notebook and run to the meeting room. I was mad at myself for coming late… and I was still thinking about the conversation I had with dad.
Then, it was my turn to present our (company’s) view… despite being prepared I wasn’t able to answer one very relevant question. I turned to our assessor, Patrick, and said:
I forgot the figures…but Dad, can answer. What was it, dad?
I saw him looking perplexed, but didn’t comprehend and continued:
Do you have the figures, da…. !!!! I stopped and realized I was about to call him dad.
I gave a sheepish grin and…Argh!
I wish I had died right there. It was horrible.
After the meeting, Patrick "the meanie-babbler" told everybody in the office.
Resat of the day, I sat shamefaced in my office.
EDIT
By the way, I hate my dad! All this is his fault!
Total Comments 7
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Ah, only if i was patrick. I wouldve made the rest of your week hellPosted Mar 6th, 2008 at 12:32 AM by Cheegum
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u called him Dad! and I thought I was lost for asking a co-worker if she'd "grabbed the chaabi" Posted Mar 6th, 2008 at 12:38 AM by pinks
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lol....Posted Mar 6th, 2008 at 01:18 AM by Sajalina
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I have called one of my teachers mum too :embarassed:Posted Mar 6th, 2008 at 12:31 PM by Femme Fatale
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Awww. *giggle* Dont worry, it will get old soon.Posted Mar 6th, 2008 at 02:43 PM by Munni
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^ i wish
Posted Mar 6th, 2008 at 10:26 PM by Michelle Ali
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Posted Mar 9th, 2008 at 06:42 PM by ~Iraj~
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