That Didn't Just Happen

Part 1

My first week of work went well. I started feeling sick on Tuesday, but no need to fear--I got my XanGo juice and am feeling much better now! The girl I work with sent out an email to the company welcoming me to the group, and I got a few welcome responses from people. Here's one in particular from a girl in my department (there aren't many girls in IT):

"Welcome Katy! Just a word of caution- Watch out for Ben, Will, Rob, Doug, Jonny and.... Scott. Especially Scott. (I, Katy, have changed all names for the protection of these guys.)

These people may be criminally insane (also, don't believe anything they tell you about me).

Good to have you here. :)"

Part 2

Well here's where the title, "That Didn't Just Happen," comes in. Because my throat has been raw all week, I've been filling cups with ice (they have Sonic ice in their dispensers--it's fabulous) and letting the water seep through the ice. So usually I have just a cup full of ice that slowly melts throughout the day. Well our V.P. was talking to my co-worker and me, and I picked up my cup of "ice" so I could chew on some. You know how when there's only ice left in your cup, you bring it to your mouth with force so it doesn't stay stuck to the bottom? Well I used force. And it wasn't ice: it was pure water. As he's talking, I splash my face, the papers I'm holding, and my pants with water. I had to act fast. I quickly covered my face with the papers, ran a hand over my face to remove the excess water (but I wondered, "Can he see the water dripping from my chin? He probably thinks I'm insane now."), and swiveled around in my chair so that my back was facing the V.P., but I kept my head turned so that I could still see him and nod. After he went back into his office, I was left with a puddle of water in my lap and soaking papers. I let it dry and then turned to my co-worker:

"Want to hear something really embarrassing?"

"YES."

"Well, I was planning on telling you sometime later . . . not today . . . but I'll let you in on the secret right now."

I went through the whole story play by play, and we had a good laugh together. She said something along the lines of "Rock on. That's awesome. Thanks for telling me." We then proceeded to exchange embarrassing stories about bright pink lipstick and Oreo mouths. I just know we're going to be best friends.