I had to look incapacitated up. I am not prone to using big words, because more often than not I don’t understand them.
Incapacitated– lacking in or deprived of strength or power; “lying ill and helpless”
“helpless with laughter”
When I saw the description, it was the lying ill and helpless bit that I focused on, you see I have not been here for a while because I myself was in that situation. Something terrible happened. I broke a nail!
Now I don’t expect guys to understand the importance of having beautifully manicured digits, but ladies, come on, you get it, right?! It’s like walking out of the house with your skirt stuck in your knickers, mor-ti-fying!!
Owing to the fact that it happened on a Saturday night there was not a lot I could do until the Monday. I phoned into work sick, and unable to think of another excuse I used RSI or Repetitive Strain Injury as it’s also known. Well I mean I wasn’t really telling any lies, because my hand was in agony as a result of the furious filing required to make my poor nail look somewhat decent.
My next call brought nothing but more pain. I had completely forgotten that Monday was my beauticians day off, which left me speaking to Marina, the bitch of the brows. After the previous incident with her and the leggings, there was just no way I was going to sit down and let her work on any part of me. So I asked if there was any chance of an emergency appointment on the Tuesday.
Marina: Broken a nail or something? (said in an extremely sarcastic tone)
Me: I’ll break your face if you don’t put me in the diary for tomorrow (smiling sweetly, even though she couldn’t see me).
Appointment made, it was then back onto the phone with work. Peppering ‘ouch’ throughout the conversation had the desired effect of gaining me another day off, however I was reminded of a meeting I was to attend that afternoon. That’s why I hate Mondays! Horrified at the fact I might have to leave the house in such a state, or worse still attend a meeting in the middle of summer wearing gloves, I started to get a little flustered. My boss, who I have to say is rather good at picking up on my anxiety suggested it might be possible to complete the meeting via conference call, or Skype. Without thinking things through, I readily accepted, I was just glad I did not have to actually go into work.
I spent the rest of the day tidying up a little, I certainly didn’t want my big boss seeing the mess that had accumulated over the weekend, and could not be tidied owing to the broken nail!
I hate waiting for a Skype call, it means you have to walk everywhere with the required device at a short enough distance to ensure the call is not missed. At about 2 minutes to 3pm, the time allocated for the call, my lunch time Tuna sandwich decided to make a surprise reappearance, typical right! But it was better to pay a visit to the loo than have someone hear the gurgling and rumbling of my poor stomach.
Trying to keep myself calm I left the tablet on the dresser and headed for the toilet. I had only just sat myself down, when the bloody thing started to ring. FFS, I’ve heard of getting caught with your pants down, but this was ridiculous! Imagine a rabbit caught in headlights, hovering over a toilet…that was me!
I cannot stress how important this meeting was, and how vital it was that I make some kind of appearance. I certainly did not envisage being naked from the waist down, and was beginning to realise that I might have been safer just going into work.
The device continued to ring and was in the process of vibrating itself off the edge of the dresser onto the the tiled floor below. Holding onto my knickers which were at this point round my ankles I made an awkward dive and somehow managed to catch the kamikaze tablet mid fall.
Me: Oh thank feck!
The Big Boss: Good afternoon Miss Dupp, have we called at an inconvenient time, I hear you are a little indisposed.
Oh balls, balls, balls, I’d only gone and answered the call at the critical point of rescue.
Me: More than you know Sir, more than you know.
The Big Boss: Shall we begin.
My mind was going ten to the dozen with the statement ‘ah feck’ seemingly stuck on repeat. What the hell was I going to do. Here I was back on the toilet, naked from the waist down, trying to hold a tablet at a modest distance, with a broken nail and alleged repetitive strain injury. W T absolute F!!
Me: Ah Sir, I might need a few moments just to compose myself and get organised.
The Big Boss: (there was most certainly laughter in the background) Yes Miss Dupp, I think you might indeed need a few moments. I certainly hope however that you will not ‘pee’ long, umm forgive me, I do of course mean be long. (at this point hysterical laughter could be heard from the Head office of the Captain Cosmetic Company).
I finished the meeting on the toilet and I also learned a valuable lesson, find a beautician who opens on a Sunday!
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Ahhh poor *wee* May! She certainly has the stoop kicked out of her now and then ;)
Good thing she is one for using her quick wit and emergency skills in order to save the day, and her ass —- excuse the puns May, but honey, you really need to get your priorities straight indeed hun —- you should have all of your personal girlie girlie friends on speed-dial!
Oh I do, but guess what, the finger I use to operate the bling bling touchscreen on my phone was the one with the broken nail!! See what I mean, rendered useless I was, useless!! lol
oh well, May, you need to work on strengthening a few other digits then … cos no girlie girl should *ever* be without speed-dial access ….
*as she bats her eyelashes*
Damn, why do I just know you have a better handbag collection than me!! lol
Roflmbo — well May, that point may very well be in high dispute ;)
FaceTime can also be very annoying. :P
I can imagine, not that I have tried it……yet!! ;) lol
If your wifi is bad it’s very glitchy. XD
Ha! I walk around with my phone in my hand when I work from home, so I don’t feel imprisoned in front of my laptop; and of course, people always, ALWAYS decide to contact me when I’m in the bathroom. Always.
Such wrong timing seriously makes you wonder if they have hidden camera’s somewhere. That said there are certain parts of my bathroom I would rather not intimately search so I shall just have to wonder lol
How terrible of them to take advantage of your delicate situation for a laugh!
I know, shame on them. You would never have done that to me I’m sure ;)
Not a chance!! :D
I knew I liked you for a reason ;)