That's not to say I haven't had any award moments in the last 8 months. In fact, it's just the opposite. I've been too busy being awkward and experiencing embarrassing moments to write about them.
But this was just too good to pass up.
Last Wednesday, I went to a networking night for students at a stellar PR agency in Raleigh. The layout was amazing and it has that creative environment that just about anyone would fall in love with.
My favorite, and least favorite, room was the glass box.
You might be able to put two and two together- awkward, embarrassing- and glass box.
But let me tell my story without jumping to conclusions- even if yours may be right...
Let me paint this picture for you.
I was walking to my third panel of the night to learn about how to start your career with no experience. My walking pace was somewhat faster than normal because most people were already in the room. By no means was I running because, well THAT would just be awkward.
Have you ever walked in to a door or window before and had no idea what hit you?
Well, now I have.
Normally if I walk in to a glass door (note normally as if this happens on a usual basis), I stop right before it happens and if anything, bump in to it a little. Sure, people notice but we laugh it off because no harm done really.
This time was different. I didn't see that window coming- not for one second.
I plopped in to the window and you could hear a loud THUD! I fell backward but not on the floor or anything- thankfully since I was sporting a skirt.
If you look at the picture below, the room is where all the chairs are. Doesn't look like much of a "closed room", now does it?
The panel of than thirty, yes thirty because I later counted to see who saw this all go down.
How embarassing.
How awkward.
So then what would I do? That would define the entire scene. How will she react? Will there be tears?
I'm gonna be honest with y'all - part of me wanted to cry, yes- but mostly just because it really hurt. I'm talking I thought I might have a concussion or a broken nose later that night.
Instead of tears rolling down my face, I let jokes roll off of my back. The marketing director of Lenovo running the show told us all some story about how someone who he knew did the same thing, but in an interview, so I was lucky. I joked, "Hey at least I have a new embarassing story to tell!"
Little did they know the last thing I needed was another one of those.
Soon after they moved on to the panel I noticed blood dripping down my nose. Awesome. Now I have to go back through that horrid door and face them all again. So I did. And it was fine. Besides the scar I now have on my face, of course. And the huge smudge my face left on the window. At least it didn't shatter...?
Good times, good times.
The following day I was out for a quick run. This might have been the most awkward run, ever. Besides those times in high school when I ran cross country and had to run with the same person every race the entire time because our pace was the same. Can't get much more awkward than that.
Not only did I interview someone for my "Humans of Chapel Hill" feature for the Daily Tar Heel but I was probably featured on a lot of people's Twitter feed that day.
"Girl just fell face first after tripping over a brick on a run #suckstosuck".
That's just my guess of what the bus stop full of people that witnessed this painful moment may have tweeted.
All in all, I hope the 30 people from the panel or 10 people at that bus stop have a great story to tell their roommate this weekend.
I know I did.
I hope this made you feel better about your week. And for good measure, take this Buzzfeed quiz and find out how awkward you really are. I may or may not have gotten a 50...out of 70.
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