Where did we leave off? Oh yes, Crazy was tumbling down the stairs.
It should be noted that Crazy was never particularly aware of style or fashion. Spilled coffee and splattered toner were her idea of fashion accessories. (Side note: I have seriously never known anyone who spilled coffee as much as she did. I have known families with small children who have spilled less liquid – combined – than she did).
In one of my first few days there, the low toner light started blinking on the copy machine. Not wanting to bother the big boss by asking if she could order more toner, she resorted to shaking the toner. In my mind, I picture a dripping wet dog getting out of the tub and starting to shake furiously without any regard to who or what is around him. She slid some movable pieces and just kept shaking despite my wide, horrified eyes. I was wearing a white blouse.
I know that you are supposed to shake the toner before you put it in the copier, but they recommend a gentle rocking. They don’t recommend shaking it like a Polaroid picture.
My shirt escaped barely scathed. Hers, not so much. But, that wasn’t the last time she wore the outfit.
Then there was the time Crazy wore a dress straight out of the early 1990s. It’s not that the dress was particularly horrible. It’s that it wasn’t zipped all the way up in the back. What happened when I let her know that her dress was undone? She said that she couldn’t get the zipper all the way up, but she liked the dress and wanted to wear it anyways.
Is that even a valid excuse? I mean, office etiquette or something has got to forbid that excuse.
Then there was the time that one of my co-workers mom decided to visit. She didn’t believe the stories about Crazy so she decided to check Crazy out for herself. Mom walked in with lunch for her daughter (at 3:30pm). It was casual Friday so she was wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. A way too short tee shirt. So, when she stood up and her stomach was a little exposed and as she walked over to shake Mom’s hand, she did some sort of move where she pulled down on the end of her shirt and kind of did a squatting/walking move to make her body shorter or something.
I hear it was one of the most awkward things that one could witness.