by JO ABI
I was born with foot in mouth disease. I can always been relied upon to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and it always takes me a few minutes to realise what I have said and the effect it has had (laughter, deathly silence, death stares just to name a few).
Today was no exception.
I work casually at a really great company full of cool and witty people. So whenever I walk in I already feel like a bit of a dork. Today we had a meeting that went on for a bit. Some of us were cracking jokes and the atmosphere was casual. Then it was announced that my direct boss was leaving the company. And I said, “When’s the party?”
Let me explain myself.
I meant to say, “When’s the send-off?” In my experience when someone leaves we meet for drinks to wish them good luck.
After delivering the news of his resignation there was a little shock and silence. I am the kind of person who is always jumping in to fill silences. And it’s in these circumstances that my foot-in-mouth disease is at its worst.
Everyone burst out laughing. It sounded like I was happy he is leaving and in actual fact I am devastated because I get along with him really well. Thankfully someone else spoke and I was left to stand there feeling ill and planning my apology.