Sometimes you need Plan B simply to make Plan C.

We all know that life doesn't always go to plan. That sometimes what seems like a relatively simple action can spiral out of control with some horrific consequences. Often you're required to muster your best skill and judgement and every creative strand in your body to rectify the situation. You'll note I have used the word often. This is because these events seem occur in my life slightly more often than others. Through this I have gained some interesting life coping skills. So I thought, why keep these pearls of wisdom to myself? I should share them with others. Who wouldn't want to know what to do when they have mistakenly spread a rumor about a colleagues rear end? Or how to pick up a guy in a queue? So this is my initial foray, call it a how to guide to what not to do.

If you have recently mistakenly spread a rumor about a colleague's rear end, and are tearing your hair out in an effort to rectify the situation, it really is a matter of urgency that I outline how to best deal with the matter. How my situation came about was very simple . My office was on a mezzanine floor above a male colleague's. I could generally hear their phone calls, but would not really have had the interest to listen in. Until one day I couldn't help it. All I heard was 'Cyst removed from my bum'. I couldn't believe my ears, that he was discussing this so openly and colloquially on a work telephone line. I felt if it was ok for him to discuss it, it was ok for me to discuss it. I went about internally phoning colleagues to discuss this juicy tale of woe.
All was going well with my scandalous grapevine, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the aforementioned colleague. He stood there, pointed at his mouth and said, Gum, I had a cyst removed on my gum.
I sat there, blushing in silence. How could I A)apologize? B)not lose my job over this? The answer came to me like a robin on a winters day, I would offer to make him an industrious quantity of rice crispie buns in return for his silence. At first he looked surprised by this suggestion, I think his next port of call had been a complaint to HR. But one of my rare talents is the ability to make delicious rice crispie buns. A deal was then reached, I was to clear his name, halt the rumor mill and also he could telephone me and order any quantity of rice crispie buns to be delivered to his desk within 24 hours.
So, a solution to that age old problem, what to do if you mistakenly spread a rumor about a colleague's back side-clear their name and agree to make them an unlimited supply of chocolate based treats.