Embarrassing moments

[auppie]

Just yesterday I had two different shoes on…didn’t notice until about a half hour or so after I arrived at the office! I’m glad we didn’t have any clients!

 

[SeekerJen]

iamrefreshed:

I’m guessing you are fairly young? 20-30 maybe? Believe me, as you get older (and wiser) you realize it is best to keep quiet and only impart your “wisdom” when it is asked for.

No offense meant, but this is an anonymous message board so I don’t have to follow my own advice.

If it is an intimate topic, tread with caution.

I’m only 27 myself, but I do follow this advice when dealing with my own large extended family and in-laws (or anyone, really, unless it’s my husband, best friend, mom or dad). Basically, I only discuss it if they bring it up first- then it’s fair game. I’ve had enough relatives ask me embarassing or very personal questions in front of large groups to not want to put anyone else on the spot like that.

 

[cheeto1]

JCPhoenix:

Here’s one of my greatest moments of shame:

So there I was, in my uniform, getting out of my wrecked car and asking the people whose car I wrecked also if they were OK. This was before the wide usage of cell phones, so I, in my uniform, crossed the street to call the police.

The man came to the door after his children had made much of the fact that an apparent Police Officer was at his door. He grinned broadly, seeing the accident across the street, and more broadly still when I revealed I was not a witness, but involved. He called 911 for me in his foyer and then joked with the disptacher. When he hung up, he asked what happened and I told him.

He asked me, “Was it your fault?” I hung my head and admitted that it was. He just chuckled and I thanked him and went back across the street where the officer was already taking down the info for the other party.

The officer asked me to sit in the squad and when I went to sit in the rear he directed me to the front passenger side. He obtained my information there and as I looked at my car, which we were facing, I asked him if he could recommend a repair shop. Then I asked if he could give me a ride to the station. (I had no desire to return to my dorm only to mope around).

He said dryly, "Sure, I guess you’d need one. " Pause…

. “Actually, you were assigned to ride with me tonight.”

I thought I woudl die, and then he said, “But the worst part about it is that I have to give you a ticket!”

I am still remembered in that town as the only Reserve to total her car on the way to a ride along.

I am curious… did this experience greatly help you in your
career to “see things from the other side”? Are you a
police officer today?