So indeed, no big deal. There were a lot of gaps and things that should be clarified next year, but things went well today. Whatever mishaps there were, they were only evident to us, and I made notes for the future.
There were no problems driving the van - in fact, I parallel parked that bitch on the first try. My co-worker knows everything about campus and all the buildings and sounded like a tried-and-true tour guide. I only had to keep it in the lane and ask whether she wanted me to turn left or right every so often.
It was only after I'd left the prospective students at their hotel and went to return the van that I ran into any trouble. First, construction. Second, an accident that slowed down traffic. Still, I made it back to the motor pool without major incident. I even backed the van into its spot - dead even in the lines. "Dude. You did good today. You need to trust yourself more."
Then I went to step out and fucking fell out of the van. Hands-and-knees fell. Don't get me wrong, my knee hurts, but Jesus, I couldn't help but laugh. I guess I thought the ground was a lot closer than it was, then all of a sudden it WAS a lot closer.
I finally got home, took off my shoes, and called the dogs to go outside. One step down the stairs to the back door, and my foot slipped and I landed on my elbow. It was the kind of injury where you know it's not broken but it hurts so bad you just let it dangle for a bit because you don't dare move it. I swore so much that Pete got freaked out and went back to his cushion with his going-outside toy dangling from his mouth for about ten minutes.
I am very pleased that if I had to have fits of accident or klutziness today, they were contained to when I was on my own, had access to ice and ibupofen, and took no one down with me.
And on that note, a little more ibuprofen is due.
