Remember that post I wrote yesterday about everything being smooth sailing until Christmas? Either God thought I was being too cocky or Satan hates to see me relax because I broke my foot yesterday. I was just walking down the hall at work when all of a sudden my ankle rolled and I was on the floor. Made a right spectacle of meself, I did.
So here I am, stuck at home with my foot propped up until an orthopedic specialist clears me. I can't quite explain why that bothers me. In my mind, it just doesn't look good to be out sick so soon on a new job. I've only been there for 2.5 months, so I haven't become a fixture at the office yet. Now I'm the new gal who took a tumble in the hallway.
Bottom line: if you see me posting two or three times a day on my blogs and living on Twitter, don't be alarmed. I'm not unemployed again -- I'm just a klutz.