So Embarrassment......

I've had an exceedingly overwhelming response to my new blog layout! 50% of you liked it so far, another 50% were split between having a bad day and not having much of a choice. Thank you to all four of you who voted and the remaining 70 million of you who were too shy to do it.

I am now on a serious PR drive to push up my readership. My campaign manager of choice is, of course, Mr Matthew Lyons, who will be coercing his world wide network of friends and acquaintances to check out my blog every single day. This will push up my stats and give me a false, but much needed, sense of security.

YOU! can play a part too! Tell your friends! Unite your sisters! Burn your bras! Make me the celebrity I truly deserve to be!

I thought the best way to do it would be to go against my morals and sign up with FaceBook. And guess what? My registered name of choice, GrandMaster Wong, got rejected by the automated system! Its just not meant to be, me and Facebook are like sworn enemies from our last lives.

Had to go to Malaysia for work today. Colleague drove about 2 hours to get to where we needed to go. Did I mention before I don't like Malaysia much? Its "village stuck in the 50s" mentality is a bit too much for me. Anyways, I was there for a rather (self) important meeting but I decided to dress down as my clients are "non-suits" who prefer a more casual, friendly type environment to discuss business in.

So there we were, just sitting in the board room talking about specifics of the project when I realised something that made me cringe!

My polo shirt was worn inside out!

You must know what happens when embarrassment takes over.

First, your voice drops 5 octaves.

Then, you start to minimise your hand movements so no one can see your exposed seams.

You try to act relaxed and sink lower and lower into your chair to stop people from noticing the intricate thread patterns of your shirt logo.

You are not sure whether to excuse yourself to go to the toilet.

All the nervousness makes you want to go to the toilet.

You start breaking out in sweat even though you are sitting in front of the air conditioner.

The final straw was when my female colleague was presenting to the client, made eye contact with me, saw my shirt, stopped mid sentence, and then continued with a wider smile than before.

I wish I could have melted into a pool of non-existence.

An excruciating half hour later, the meeting ended and I finally excused myself to go to the toilet and flipped my polo over and heaved a sigh of relief. Great, no more embarrassment.

As we said our goodbyes and shook hands with the 3 clients, I noticed every single one of them looking at my polo shirt logo.

It has switched sides.

P/S : Let me know via the chatbox on the left whether you guys want the comments tab back! And Mr G, no I didn't get the comment. Did you leave it in my new blog layout?