an example of why i should have to wear a helmet

Okay, so this happened awhile ago, but I think I've finally stopped cringing about what a dork I am and can actually revisit it. It was 21st, the Friday before x-mas holidays, at about 3:30 in the afternoon. I was itching to leave work--I didn't have any assignments to do as I was switching departments after the break, the entire hall was empty of coworkers (who apparently had more vacation hours with me), and I was bored out of my mind. I was also worried that the xmas hat I was knitting for my husband, http://brooklyntweed.blogspot.com/2007/10/cap-karma.html, (in a lovely locally spun yarn I found at a DC Craft Mafia fair) was not going to get done on time. I finally decided, "what the hell" and pulled out the cap to begin finishing the decreases under my desk. So intent was I on my project that I didn't notice my new boss softly knocking on my partially open door. When he rapped louder, I jumped about three feet in the air and immediately dropped the project, which made a clanking noise as it hit the ground. The ball of yarn bounced and rolled, but luckily, did not escape the area beneath my desk. He looked at me with bemusement, probably wondering why I looked so guilty. Nonetheless, he asked me to take a tour of my new office with him.

While talking about that with him, I was slowly trying to ease the mess of yarn and needles more fully under the desk with the tip of my foot. Satisified that my contraband was safely hidden, I stood up to follow him out. As I strode to the door, I noticed something was dragging along behind me. Dammit!!! The effing yarn had wrapped itself against my foot! I ever so casually leaned against my office door for support and asked him a complex legal question while I desperately tried to shake the yarn loose by wildly kicking my right foot. My new boss raised an eyebrow, but began to answer my question. As he continued, I attempted one last fervant shake, and the ball of yarn finally came loose. And rolled to a stop right in front of his foot. I refused to look at it. My boss, a consummate professional, did not allow this to stop him from completing his answer. However, he couldn't help continually flitting his eyes down to stare at the mess on the floor. When he returned his gaze to my face, I quickly kicked the project out of sight and said "thanks for the clarification on that issue. I'd be happy to see my new diggs!" We continued on the tour and never spoke of the yarn incident again.