This weekend I thought it would be nice to pull the weeds out of the yard and clean up the wife’s garden (giggity). I should have worn gloves because by the end my hands had a couple of blisters and cuts (dark giggity?). No big deal, I grab a couple bandaids so I could flaunt the red badges of my husbandry not look like a leper.

This morning I had an in-person interview, after being out of work for a few months. I get ready and start heading to the place, but didn’t thnk to grab a fresh bandage from the house. Oh well, I will just have to raid the car’s first aid kit.

I park exactly 15 minutes ahead of the interview like a champ, review my notes, redress my extremely minor injuries, then head on in. I’m mildly aware of the bandaid on my palm but am at that moment focused on chatting with the HR rep who set up the interview between me and the boss, as one does.

She asks me to wait a few minutes while the boss finishes up a previous meeting, so I sit and open my notes to jot down questions. I look at my hands and can tell the bandaid is clearly struggling, so I smash it down, because you have one job bandaid, now get back to work.

I’m called into the guy’s office, we exchange pleasantries, and get to talking. It’s going well! I get a laugh out of him, some bonding and rapport is built, and then, I see it. My stupid hand, stupidly gesturing while I stupidly blathered about my stupid work history, is bare.

I paused a beat, maybe a beat and a half, with all of my brain’s ram immediately consumed by trying to remember if I had removed it and forgotten, if not then where was it, was it stuck to me, is it on the floor…no, stop it you moron, you have to listend and convince this guy he’s about to make the best decision of his career by hiring you.

The rest of the interview goes well enough, we agree to keep talking and he says that I could expect to hear from him soon, but I know I’m distracted. At the end I’m doing the thing where I’m checking pockets for keys and phone & stuff while my eyes were scanning everywhere I was for that little fucker, but no luck. Whereever it was, it wasn’t going to be me that found it.

To whoever does, I’m really very sorry.

TLDR: a bandaid I was wearing during an interview fell off at some point and I couldn’t find it. FML.