Marilyn Monroe Moment

Most people that have known me over the years know that I have transitioned from being a total tom boy to being capable of dressing like an adult woman when the occasion calls for it. While I prefer to live my life in jeans, t-shirts and flip flops my job does not necessarily smile upon that choice. During my time in the retail industry I built up an extensive wardrobe. Nothing extreme like you see in hoarders but I can go a good solid month without doing laundry (and I do). Needless to say the month is coming up and the mountain of laundry is growing. As my dresser empties providing less options in the morning I tend to dress fancier because that is all that is left.

My sweet new wheels

Shellie moment: This morning I decided it would be skirt day! This does not happen very often at all unless it is a special occasion. Thursday to me is not a special occasion but I am running out of clothing options. I was in the shower and shaved the legs, applied lotion to them after to reduce the glare of my beaming white gams and put on my sexy black skirt, well the only skirt I own. Remember in the last post I mentioned I typically walk to work? Well the last few weeks I have been riding my newly acquired bicycle, which rocks! What I forget about being a girl is that when you wear skirts you have to act more feminine in public. I mounted my bike and started on my way. The first little stretch is slow as I get into gear and onto the road so my choice of skirt still felt logical and good. Once I hit the road I was immediately ecstatic that I always wear a pair of shorts underneath such clothing garments. I felt like Marilyn Monroe in her white dress, but less classy and a bit less sexy...

All Before 9 a.m.

I am a forgetful klutzy person, this post is one of the prime examples of it. I typically walk to work leaving at 7:30 a.m. not always exactly but close enough. This one morning I was absent minded to say the least. Between snooze button smashes I had a dream that I was late to work and it was utter chaos. This is what I blame for setting things in motion. As I packed up to leave I was focused on remembering my lunch and I sure did remember it. What I forgot was my cell phone and wallet. I realized it about four blocks away and figured it was not worth turning back so I continued on my merry way.

At work I have become the elevator master helping with deliveries for work using our freight elevator. This elevator is beyond scary and is broken down more than it is operational. I am not a  fan of this new task but I am a team player. It is important to clarify that it is a freight elevator, not your typical elevator, this detail seems important when I tell others this story.

Shellie Moment: I finished giving the boxes of brochures to the happy recipient and began my ride back to floor two. My keys are attached to a Calgary Stampede lanyard and I was flinging it around my fingers when suddenly I lost my grip and like a slow motion movie sequence I saw them slide right under the elevator door and heard it crash to the floor below. That will teach me to fling my keys. I couldn't even react my body froze and I just watched them slide.

But wait there's more! I immediately went to the man in charge of getting my keys back, a.k.a. my hero, who immediately put in a call to the elevator company but I received word they may not make it until Monday (keep in mind the day of this story is Friday). My only concern was how I would get back into my apartment for the weekend. Good thing I have emailed my landlord in the past and google had her email saved. I sent a note describing my key situation and she responded with a contact for a locksmith she knows. I call and repeat the situation asking for assistance. He says it is not a problem he would be able to open my door provided I have a piece of ID proving I lived there... I start laughing almost hysterically as my wallet is on my kitchen table and as I explained he started laughing with me  telling me I was just out of luck. Oh what a day! I had to email my landlord back and ask for a plan b.

Long story short, the elevator superheroes arrived later that afternoon and saved the day! The best part of all this was the fact that in the last 24 hours my keys were not the only ones at the bottom of the elevator pit. It makes me feel way better about myself. Now I make sure I have my phone and my wallet every single day before I leave and keep a firm grip on my keys when in the elevator.