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What next?

April 3, 2009 on 11:55 am | In Life In General | 1 Comment

I got up at 6:00, which is unusual. I actually slept until my alarm went off instead of randomly waking up at 5:00. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I managed to accidentally slit my throat with a razor (don’t even ask how). After I got that bandaged up I went downstairs and checked my email and fed the hamster like normal.

I nearly missed the bus, but it was fortunately running late. The bus got held up at yet another construction site, so it was a slow ride. Halfway there, my MP3 player died in the middle of one of my favorite songs (”I Don’t Want To Waste Your Time” by Over the Rhine).

I got near my stop and rang the bell to get off. The driver drove straight by my stop, only stopping when I yelled at him. I managed to just barely get to work by 8:00 and got my coffee and sat down to work.

My password didn’t work. I called IT and they reset it. When I got in, all my files were gone and I had no access to network drives. I had been deleted from the network. Don’t know why. So I had to get the friendly IT guy to reset everything and find my old profile and get all my stuff back, and get me onto the network again. It was all fixable, just annoying.

Now as I’m writing this, it is lunch time. I bought a can of Pepsi, which I only do about once a week. I went to open it, and the pull tab ripped out of the center of the can, without opening the actual drinking hole. I’ve taken a cell phone picture, and I may be able to post it when I get home (no mobile signal in the office) here it is:

I mean, knocking the can over, I expected. But I never would have expected the top to rip off, leaving a small hole, which I had to pour my pop out of, into my coffee cup. That I didn’t see coming.

I was starting to think, between my computer access and the bus driver, that maybe I was starting to fade into invisibility. Or maybe I don’t actually exist. But in any case, my MP3 player is recharging and my computer is working for the time being. And if I’m fully invisible by the time I go home, I am close enough to walk if the buses won’t stop for me.

I can’t even get angry about any of this. On QI once Stephen Fry told a story about how a friend of his chopped his toe off in the lawnmower. Then the toe flew up and took out his eye. The toe in the lawnmower is horrible, but when you add that it took out his eye, you can’t help laughing. There’s a certain line where tragedy turns to comedy, and I crossed that line hours ago.

Alana