Just Call Me Grace

Mornings are not my thing. But usually, I can manage to spring out of bed hit the snooze button 10 times and get up early enough to be somewhere if I know it's absolutely important to be there on time--like a temp job. I know it is necessary to arrive on the job at least 10 minutes early. So today I started my third temp position at Pulte Homes. Mapquest calculated a 30 minute commute, not counting traffic. So I allowed myself an hour. Sounds reasonable, right? I left at 7:30, dodged traffic and made it to the building at 8:15.

What I didn't add into the equation was walking into the wrong building, no one knowing what in the world Pulte Homes was, trying to walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, and tumbling down the stairs. This was no ordinary fall. This wasn't a graceful slip-of-the-foot-and-grab-the-handrail-just-in-time fall. About three or four stairs from a landing the heel of my shoe caught on my dress pant and I went flying to the ground (head first), the left side of my body slamming into the floor and squishing all of my belongings I was carrying. It even scraped the skin on my knee despite my pants covering it! I jumped up, had a "did-that-just-really-happen?" moment, and thanked God no one was around to see. Though whoever watches that security tape later might get a good laugh. (Man, I would love to see that)

I thought I might cry, but I still needed to compose myself and find where I should be reporting for work. Come to find out, the building I was in was 1255 and the one I needed to be in was next door, 1225. I saw 1225 first and thought it was all one big building so I didn't study the numbers on the other building. Finally, I arrived to the correct location--out of breath, frazzled, and a little late. Needless to say I took the elevator the rest of the day even though the suite is only on the second floor.