Trauma
Have you ever been in an awkward situation where you felt like every molecule in your body would scatter in separate directions just to escape the embarrassment? Well, I just did.
This morning in my office there were several staff members gathered in the adjoining room whispering and giggling. I thought nothing of it, as there is always something going on at my workplace that I'm not privy to. But soon a woman from the group approached me with an opened envelope she said contained something belonging to me. She explained that someone in the town had found it and sent it to the school. It was my purikura collection. NOOOOO!
For those of you who are unsure, purikura is Japanese for "print club". It is used to refer to sticker portraits taken at special photo booths. Every female Japanese teenager is sure to have her own vast collection of them. (For examples, check my December 25th entry.) In my personal collection, I have hundreds of photos--many that, although rated-G, are much too embarrassing for public viewing. And they have now been viewed by my entire office, if not my entire village! Think I should try hiding under my desk?
This morning in my office there were several staff members gathered in the adjoining room whispering and giggling. I thought nothing of it, as there is always something going on at my workplace that I'm not privy to. But soon a woman from the group approached me with an opened envelope she said contained something belonging to me. She explained that someone in the town had found it and sent it to the school. It was my purikura collection. NOOOOO!
For those of you who are unsure, purikura is Japanese for "print club". It is used to refer to sticker portraits taken at special photo booths. Every female Japanese teenager is sure to have her own vast collection of them. (For examples, check my December 25th entry.) In my personal collection, I have hundreds of photos--many that, although rated-G, are much too embarrassing for public viewing. And they have now been viewed by my entire office, if not my entire village! Think I should try hiding under my desk?
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Oh my!!! I feel your pain.
lol (^o^) Thanks, Jagaimogirl! That's the most I've laughed all week.
I wouldn't worry about it. How did those fall into the wrong hands anyway?
Sue: Thanks for the sympathy. :)
killdeer: You're welcome, I think. All I know about what happened is that my purikura book somehow ended up at the local convenience store. I could be paranoid and say that an intruder must've taken it from my home, but, more likely, it was taken by one of my kids (likely the 3-year-old).
Gillian: I really can't be too mad at them--I would've laughed, too, if it were the other way around. But thanks for the backup. :)
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