Stupidity At Work

**mudd** · 16th February 06, 07:58 AM

I NEVER do stupid things!

(Boy, that was a stupid thing to say.)

**GMan** · 16th February 06, 09:24 AM

I choose to remain silent, anything I say can and will be used against me.

**Livingston** · 16th February 06, 10:13 AM

ONCE I told my manager that his idea of the way my team needed to be organized was not going to work and we'd change back by the end of the year. Talk about him turning RED!! Promotions, what promotions??

**MacSimoin** · 16th February 06, 01:47 PM

Many years ago while at college, I was in between classes and needed to dash home one bright sunny day for some reason or another. My roommates and I shared a three-story apartment and I recall having to go up to the third floor to my bedroom for whatever it was I needed. After a few minutes, I went back downstairs and left the apartment only to forget my sunglasses (which I wear outdoors daily, in nearly all weather conditions, due to a lifelong case of photophobia). I went back inside and had a look around but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Needless to say, I was a bit puzzled since I normally know where my sunglasses are at all times (because of the light sensitivity issue).

Over ten minutes of searching and I became understandingly frustrated that I couldn’t find the sunglasses. I decided to retrace my steps, but this turned out to be fruitless as well. Eventually, after coming back downstairs and giving the kitchen and dining room one last look, I decided to give up and walked into the living room to leave the apartment...and passed a mirror that hung on the short hallway wall between the dining and living rooms. I stopped suddenly in my tracks, having a good look at myself in the mirror and shaking my head...my sunglasses were on my face.

**646guy** · 16th February 06, 02:59 PM

Originally Posted by MacSimoin

Many years ago while at college, I was in between classes and needed to dash home one bright sunny day for some reason or another. My roommates and I shared a three-story apartment and I recall having to go up to the third floor to my bedroom for whatever it was I needed. After a few minutes, I went back downstairs and left the apartment only to forget my sunglasses (which I wear outdoors daily, in nearly all weather conditions, due to a lifelong case of photophobia). I went back inside and had a look around but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Needless to say, I was a bit puzzled since I normally know where my sunglasses are at all times (because of the light sensitivity issue).

Over ten minutes of searching and I became understandingly frustrated that I couldn’t find the sunglasses. I decided to retrace my steps, but this turned out to be fruitless as well. Eventually, after coming back downstairs and giving the kitchen and dining room one last look, I decided to give up and walked into the living room to leave the apartment...and passed a mirror that hung on the short hallway wall between the dining and living rooms. I stopped suddenly in my tracks, having a good look at myself in the mirror and shaking my head...my sunglasses were on my face.

This reminds of when I did a play in high school that required me to a change between scenes. I was covering four small parts over the course of a three act play and ran through to the other side to get dressed to go on as one of the "detectives" who were to secure the premises. I then had to come off, change clothes to be the delivery man, then go back on as the detective a remove a sarcophagus that actually had someone inside! I ran to the other side of the stage after my exit and started frantically changing clothes but could not find my delivery man jeans.

I remember asking my castmate where my jeans were as I was panicking and he finally just pointed at my legs. Of course, I was wearing them....

**Mike n NC** · 16th February 06, 01:54 PM

Originally Posted by GMan

I choose to remain silent, anything I say can and will be used against me.

Right choice!!!! My response as well.

Mike

**cessna152towser** · 16th February 06, 02:27 PM

A good many years ago when I was a student and washed and valetted the 'planes at my local airport at weekends for pocket money. Jumped down from a 'plane but hadn't realised it was under way while being moved by one of the airport tugs; landed awkwardly, got clobbered by the oleo leg and one wheel went right over my foot. Ouch! Never made that mistake again.