Mondays are always hard – it’s the beginning of a work week which means actually getting up and going to work. This week is especially hard because I am physically, mentally, and emotionally drained, my body is exhausted, and I just want to crawl into bed and stay there for about 5 years. Unfortunately that isn’t an option, so I continue to get up every day and go to work and live as a semi-functioning human being.
I got to work this morning around 7:30am, which is my usual time. I brought the charger to my PDA to work with me because I realized the battery was half-dead and it’s easier to plug it in at my desk at work than doing it at home. It was plugged in for less than a minute when I heard a loud POP!! and the lights on my cubicle went out, my computer screen went black, and I heard my coworker say, “What happened?!” Just then I looked down at the outlet and saw the tell-tale black marks. I had blown my charger. Reaching down I gingerly pulled it out of the wall (I was afraid of getting shocked) and then yelled “FUCK!!!!” about 10 times and then slammed my fist into my metal cabinet. Not the most mature reaction I realize, but I was pissed. It’s early Monday morning and I’ve just blown things up at work – what a way to start the week! But it gets better. I not only took out my cubicle, but 5 other coworkers lost power and I brought down a printer too. And they can’t flip the breaker until the maintenance people come to the building to ensure it’s okay due to those lovely little black marks from the surge/power explosion. Turns out a piece of metal came between my power cord and the outlet, which causes a small “explosion”. It then tripped the breaker and brought everything else down with it. Here is a picture of my destruction:
Happy Fucking Monday.
