I started a new job earlier this year. It was a bit of an adjustment at first - going from an office of 2 to an office of almost 70. Just learning everyone's names was a daunting task, but I managed to master them in about a month. I might have matched names to faces faster if I weren't working with engineers who never leave their desk / cubicle.
Over the summer, we were allowed to take every other Friday off, providing we worked our 80 hours in the previous 9 work days. I don't mention this to make you envious, but because this is going to be my excuse for what happens next.
I got to work early one day, eager to impress my new coworkers and managers. I noticed one of the managers -- besieged by questions from his direct reports -- was hovering near my desk.
This could only mean one thing -- I was about to get my first "real" assignment. YES! I would exceed expectations and wow everyone with my intelligence and competence.
He says, "I'll be right there. I have to talk to Vicki for a minute."
This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for. He leans over and whispers, "Your sweater is inside out."
Uh, yeah. I ran off to the restroom more than a little mortified.