Helpful hint # 60
e warned: keep your eyes facing forward when walking the hallways at work. Especially if you’re walking with co-workers. And the walls surrounding you happen to be made of concrete. Because you just never know when one of those walls may suddenly jump right out in front of you. Jutting walls are wily fellows; most likely the tomfoolery will transpire as you’re looking away–at a co-worker, perhaps. There you’ll be, using your active listening skills, nodding solemnly, maybe throwing your head back in laughter–it’s hard to say because you won’t recall much of anything once you body-slam the wall.
One co-worker will stop in her tracks. “What was that noise?!”
The other will attempt an explanation, while simultaneously trying to offer comfort. But let’s face it: it’s hard to say much of anything when you’re laughing so hard you can barely stand.
And you can just forget trying to epxlain how you suffered whiplash whilst walking down an empty corridor.
Of course, the upside of all this: if it takes place prior to heading outside, to meander downtown and soak in a bit of Vitamin D, it may cause your co-workers to be extra-vigilant in making sure you don’t run into a light post, fall down a manhole, or slip off the sidewalk.
So safety first, my friends; whatever it takes, safety first!
f you’re heading to a gig after a long day at work, and a fellow band member picks you up, do take heed–especially as you run hither and yon between the office, your car, and what you assume to be your friend’s car–because, funny thing, many cars look alike. For that matter, many the back of a head look alike. Therefore, it would behoove you to make eye contact with your friend, to confirm the vehicle does, indeed, belong to him. Otherwise, some poor fellow, sitting in his car, minding his own business, is going to be awakened from his daydream to find what he can only assume to be a crazed stranger, opening the door, hanging up pants, and setting down shoes in the backseat of his car. He most definitely will not be sticking around to see what that stranger does next, thus leaving you bereft of the bottom half of your performance attire. And let’s be serious: you’d much rather your fine vocal renderings serve as entertainment, rather than your experience serve as a warning . . .
logs are a gamble. One, there’s a fine line between fashion and faux pas. Two, the very thing that ensures you don’t err on the side of frumpy, may very well serve your demise. A fashionable clog, you see, is made for sauntering. It’s made for long strides–deliberate steps marked with the occasional pause, one foot extended, hands on hips, head held high as if to say, Why yes, I am quite fabulous. One misstep and you’re doomed.