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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
I'm such a dork.
So there's this huge meeting going on for state web designers and I was invited to go; the email was forwarded to me by the webmaster of the-agency-over-our-agency's web team.
My boss urged me to go and suggested I ask for a ride with all of them, since getting around isn't the easiest thing for me to do.
She just called to ask me if I'd gotten the email, and I said I had and then just blurted out that I'd like to catch a ride with them, if that was okay.
Why did I do that? It just came out, with no forethought, no urging or pushing, like mouthy diarrhea. Even as it was coming out of my mouth, my head was going oh-my-god-you-don't-even-KNOW-these-people-SHUT-UP-!!!. I could've waited for her to offer, or talked to her a few more minutes with some short, stimulating chit-chat before I just blurted out 5 seconds into the call, "Yeah, can I catch a ride with you guys?"
She said sure but that they were all going out to eat beforehand (it's after lunch), if that was okay with me. I said sure, and now I not only have to ride with this group of people that I forced my dorky self on, but have to go and sit through an uncomfortable lunch with all of these people that I've never met before and who I rudely pushed myself on.
WHY DID I DO THAT????
So now I'm feeling totally embarassed and, well, dorky. And then in trying to come off light and less-dorky, I added further devastating dorkiness by saying, "Well, I get around on a cane and have a handicap tag, so we'll be able to get good parking."
Oh god. Why didn't I shut-up after the first spout of mouth-spewing-crap?!
I can only imagine what ideas these people are going to have in their heads about me before they actually meet me; I'm just a clueless dorky, cripple girl who asks for a ride from a group of strangers.
I'm going to bury my head in the sand now and try to pretend this never happened. Like I wasn't already nervous about going to this big shindig to start with!!
I'm such a dork.