I have put my foot in my mouth about 30 times in the last 24 hours. The first was at Mike's house watching TV last night (I don't want to talk about the specifics, I'm still getting over it). The next four were at work today, doing my daily routine of being overly friendly with customers and therefore drawing strange looks (this is business as usual, ho hum as far as I'm concerned).
The final 25 instances occured in less than 2 hours, at my church's Communication Team meeting this evening. I kept coming up with these ideas (including a flower girl procession on Easter morning) and then blurting them out! And everyone would respond with silence, followed by changing the subject.
I don't know, I think I'm just exhausted, and bored, and so the way to keep my eyes from closing is to just speak out loud whatever comes to mind. And then instantly regret it. Luckily some of my awkwardness seemed to transfuse into my girl Stef at work today, and she too was making customers uncomfortable without meaning or trying to do so. It's nice not to be alone in all this being awkward business.
I went on my break this morning and Matt took my place at the espresso bar making drinks and I advised him, "Okay, in order to take my place, you're going to need to simply make the customers uncomfortable. Start conversations that they don't want to have, tell them you love their name, etc." And then I went to the back room to read the paper, while someone else took on the awkward shift for ten minutes of my life.