I redeemed myself from total laziness. I am on call for work. I received a call that one of the van doors on a ramp van would not close. They van would not shift into drive because of the door. I call our maintenance guy thinking he would go deal with it. Nope. All I got from him was that it's happened before and that there is a piece you need to push back in.
I get there and look it over. I'm down on the ground in my floral/zebra print baby doll dress and I asked the staff to get me a screwdriver. She snickered and said to another staff, "Angela, the mechanic, needs a screwdriver." I only wanted it because my fingers weren't long enough to feel inside the sliding mechanism. Then I was told by the snickerer that she had already looked everything over. She made a comment about me being down on the ground in my dress. (My legs were still crossed, some people are so catty)
Guess what? I fixed it. In my dress, with my glitter eyeshadow...*flexes*