So today was my sixth day in a row at work - I had five night shifts during our record week, and then this morning I had to open. I tell you this not to complain (I've already done plenty of that) but so that the following story makes a little more sense. My body was in pain, my legs ached, my feet were sick of standing for eight hours straight too many days in a row, and I was worn out. I have also gotten little sleep, so I was exhausted. Last night I went to bed pretty late and set my alarm early to get some chores taken care of. The next thing I know, I'm waking up and the clock says 7:47. Oh crap. I throw on my jeans (same ones I wore at work the night before - hey - they're just going to get dirty again), whip on mascara, and run out the door. I'm so thankful I can wear a hat on days like these!
Anyway... the crew was in a good mood and we are prepping along. I start to notice my knee is getting stiff and I can't really bend it as usual. Hmmm. I ignore it until it becomes even more obvious, even when I'm just walking. Finally I reach down to check out the situation. Yep... my underwear from the night before were about to emerge from my pants. Oh man. The crew, while laughing hysterically, made me make sure I had even put underwear on today this morning. Next time maybe I'll pay a little more attention before heading out the door. You never know where a pair of britches might crop up.
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