Clumsy is my Name

My regular work day usually involves some sort of minor cubicle catastrophe...

1st cube at my awesome place of employment:
I spilled an entire vase of oil (from an oil diffuser) all over my cube wall. Seeing that the walls are cloth, one can only imagine how long the scent lasted.

Later, I brought a candle burner to work. They don't get very hot but I didn't know at the time that the wax had a tendency to bubble up. Once, I tried to fix it before it exploded... yeah... don't try that.

2nd cube at my still awesome place of employment:
Rewind and replay the above cube catastrophe when I moved to my second cube. Oil, wax, yeah...

3rd cube at my forever awesome place of employment:
I've flooded my plant pots several times. One day, I spilled my drink three different times. And just last week, I spilled my cup of oatmeal on my desk, floor, and hand. A lovely lady gave me some mustard to sooth the oatmeal burn- it worked.

This week in the kitchen at my awesome place of employment:
I broke the coffee maker... temporarily. See what happened was, I went into the kitchen and the 3rd burner had one pot with a sip left in it. I grrrred, made a "no one made fresh coffee as usual" cringe, and pulled out a filter to make another pot. The pot wasn't counting down so I grabbed the filter bin and dumped it in the trash. At the very moment that I was turning around, I heard the dreaded sound of water pouring on the burner. I grabbed a million paper towels (go green!) and started cleaning up the spill. Then, I tried to start the machine but it wouldn't turn on. At this point, I frantically started pushing buttons and pulling out cords when one of my distinguished colleagues walked in to my guilty face. He was, in fact, coming to get a cup of coffee and he had, in fact, been the one to start it in the first place!

The colleague gave me a look of panic and started trying to fix it. To my relief he actually seemed to know what he was doing. I kept apologizing and he kept trying to fix it. He started joking with me as I joked with myself. Well, I try and remember it as joking. In reality, if I had broken that coffee maker, the entire office would have been something other than happy with me and I would have been pissed off at myself- I wanted coffee too! I usually get in and wait about 30 minutes for my coffee, so when I'm ready, I'm really ready.

In the end, the wonderful colleague figured it out- it took him a couple of tries and a couple of times we thought it just wasn't going to happen. Then, all of sudden, ta-da! I seriously jumped for joy and told him I was forever in his debt. He told me to just never touch the coffee maker again.

Haha. Done!