Yesterday, I managed to render two printers and a copier unusable for a significant amount of time, stab myself on a brad from an old-school report folder, spill tea twice, freeze Outlook four times, get lost driving around campus and burn my hand.
So last night, I set down to the business of doing absolutely NOTHING because I needed a break, DAMMIT. And even then I stabbed myself with a needle at least five times and burned my tongue on dinner.
Today should be better, right?
Except I spilled oatmeal, nearly walked out the door in my sneakers instead of my work shoes, stepped down two steps instead of one and nearly fell down my stairs, was late to work AND had a branch dropped on my head from the tree above me because two pissed off squirrels couldn’t fight SOMEWHERE ELSE.
I’m pretty sure by the end of the day that something is going to be set on fire.
Don’t be here today.