What a lovely day at work. I tripped into the gallery, happy and feeling efficient. I noticed a group of high-schoolers with one of the other tour guides, and thought it was odd that they seemed to looking at me and giggling, when they should have been paying attention to the tour guide. I bent down to retrieve a basket of pencils, and heard a loud ripping sound...and suddenly realized that the small tear in the back of my pants was now a gaping hole, and my underwear was visible to the entire class of grade 10s visiting the Mendel. Very professional. I dashed home, changed into my jeans, and prayed that the kids were from out-of-town, and I'd never have to see them again.
I wonder if I should mention this on my evaluation report?
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
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