awkward interview

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awkward.
(and hilarious!)

awkward photo Friday

via awkwardfamilyphotos.com

awkward.

awkward neighborliness

waving at the neighbor you’ve never met as you drive past… and she just stares at you like  you’re a weirdo.

awkward.

awkward photo Friday

awkward.

awkward yoga

Doing yoga in the driveway after a run.
….And having a car drive by mid-sun-salutation.

Awkward.

awkward photo shoot

Taking excessive amounts of photos of yourself post-race …in a public parking lot downtown.

Awkward.

awkward electronic (non-)communication

Calling someone on your break and getting their voicemail.

Not leaving a voicemail because a) you already leave ridiculously long messages anyway and b) the plans-you-were-trying-to-make couldn’t actually be solidified yet because your schedule was still in the process of being switched to accommodate said plans.
(and c) because you were late going back from your break)

Officially getting word that you can switch your shift but already being back “on the floor” at work.

Wanting to make plans before it gets too late so you bring your phone out and text …a novel, essentially. Adding, finally, that you would call later so that the four text messages wouldn’t turn into 17.

And thennnnnn realizing that taking the two minutes to call back and leave a quick message would have been SO much quicker and easier (and so much less creepy).

Calling back again after work, getting voicemail again and THEN leaving a message. A little less rambly, but still pretty excessive. (OY!)

Having that person call and say, “hey, I just got all your messages and your voicemail…”

AWKWARD!
(story of my life)

awkward black eye

Last week, I got my first ever black eye. (hopefully it also will be my last ever)

It was so silly how it happened: I was coming inside; I set down my bag on the table and reached down to greet the happy puppy at my feet….somehow not seeing or gaging the distance of the chair right there at the table and smacking my brow bone right on the corner of the chair.

YOWCH!

A bump formed almost immediately — despite my application of ice and consumption of aleve (more to counter-act the headache that was threatening to throb) and I knew right then I would have a black eye.

But for the first several days, it was hardly visible; hidden carefully on the underside of my brow that it was noticeable only after I pointed it out, and just looked like I forgot to apply eyeshadow to my other eye.

Slowly, it got gnarlier and gnarlier, and just when I got used to no one noticing, someone did.

As I was ringing up a customer, I must have turned just-so so that the light illuminated it or something but suddenly, he asked, what happened?? and I had to stop and think what he was referring to.

“Oh, you know… something stupid; I slammed into a corner….,” feeling like a battered-woman-making-up-excuses as soon as I said it.

“Oh… Cool,” he replied, weirdly, as he walked away.

uhhhh… ok. …that was awkward.

awkward photo-opp

I went to a concert last night….

It was a relaxed, small-venue, Monday-night, slightly-under-the-radar-band kind of a concert. I was enjoying the show, alone, and turned around to look at something, making eye-contact with the guy behind me.

Our glances lingered for longer than is generally socially acceptable as I was studying his face trying to figure out if he was really the person I thought he was. He looked EXACTLY like a friend-of-a-friend, but I (not-so-quickly) decided this stranger was not, in fact, D.

After I turned away again, back to the stage, I had the sudden and uncontrollable urge to turn back around and ask him if I could take a picture of him, because it was just uncanny, to show D and our friends his doppelganger.

But, ultimately, I resisted because that would have been sooooo awkward! (could you imagine!?)

awkward knock

Walking the puppy around the neighborhood today, we slowed down in front of a house around the corner from the house.

All the sudden, I hear a knock on the window just behind us. I turn around and a man is waving to me from inside.

I’ve never met him.