So I was a marginal employee. I made mistakes right, left and central, didn't always respect my elders or my betters, daydreamed all too frequently, and served as a role model for what not to do. I landed in places that wanted/needed logical and consecutive thinking, and my brain patterns were loopy. I mean that—I went round and round and then in through the back door.
I made some sorta sense, sometimes.
The thing that saved me was that I have a wicked sense of humor and was more playful than less. And quite extraordinary things happened in my presence. Or I did them.
Mid-afternoon. Typical work day. I took a call/message for a nurse destined to walked through my Center any second. In she came. I leaned back in my office chair to catch her attention and deliver the message. Only I leaned too far, too fast. The desk caught the edges of the middle part of the chair, and did not hamper the bottom or the top. The result: I was catapulted out of the chair, into mid-air.I did a perfect 360-degree somersault, backwards. And lit in the far corner of my office, on all fours.
Knees and hands.
I had a little conversation with myself. "Are you all right? Is anything broken? Can you possibly be OK?" The only thing at risk was my pride. I had a long, flowy skirt on and a slip. That was apparent.
I had on knee-high nylons. That was apparent. I had on underwears. That was apparent.
And the nurse. The kindest, most professional, caring of women? She laughed so hard she couldn't stand up. For ten minutes.