|I continue to amaze myself...
||[Jun. 10th, 2008|03:55 pm]
I have a long history of figuratively putting my foot in my mouth: asking a woman who just HAD a baby....when was she due; telling my boss that I was sure she'd been a good mother, it's not like her son was in jail or anything...except of course, he was. |
I may have topped myself in insensitivity...because the previous ones, how the heck was I supposed to know?
This one, though....asking a co-worker to explain something and joking about how I just couldn't stand the thought of putting in another half a day's work on something only to have it be the wrong something as has happened to me several times now. And then, like an idiot, I make the "suicidal sawing at the wrists" motion.
Yes. To the very woman whose soon-to-be-ex-husband and father of her baby son committed suicide last month.
The worst part was realizing just as I was in motion and knowing I was too late to stop it. It's got to be the same look you get on your face right before the train hits you.