It's really fun when you are working late at the office, moving storage boxes and hanging shelves and generally unpacking, and your sweet boyfriend is there helping you even though he isn't getting paid, and then you accidentally bang one of those huge glass water bottles that go on the water cooler against another huge glass water bottle, and then one of the water bottles breaks and floods the storage room and the water soaks the pretty white storage boxes filled with documents of various importance and then you scream and grab the priceless autographed guitar that's next to you - two centimeters away from oncoming floodage - and run for your life and then you spend the next hour cleaning up broken glass and mopping up gritty water with a smelly mop and it's 10:30 p.m. and you've been at work since 8:30 a.m.
That's really fun.
You know what else is really fun?
It's really fun when you are working on your computer at the office the next day, and inexplicably, you can't access the data drive that networks you to all the other computers in the office - the very drive where you save every single document you've ever created, the drive that everyone in your office as well as everyone who has ever worked in your office has saved everything they have ever created - and a funny window pops-up that says "The drive you are trying to access is unavailable." The fun continues when you call your national I.T. office and sit on the phone with the nice I.T. guy while he remotes into your computer, and you watch the pointer arrow swim around the screen and click on things and open things and run things without you ever touching the mouse, and then that nice I.T. guy clears his throat and says, "Well, it appears that this data drive is gone," and you take a deep breath and say, "What is it that you mean by that word, gone?" and he says "It is GONE as in DISAPPEARED," and you don't answer him because you think he must be playing some kind of funny joke on you (because how does a drive containing thousands of documents and everything the office has produced in the past ten years just disappear?) and then he says, "When was the last time you backed up this drive?" and you say, "Hmm, I'm not sure what you mean by the words "back-up" because I'VE NEVER DONE THAT," and he doesn't answer you and you put him on hold while you go outside and smoke a cigarette, because in some situations, people, there is nothing left to do but smoke.
Lastly, the most super-fun way to end a day like this is to go home, look in your refrigerator for dinner and realize you have eight Lean Cuisine meals to choose from but none of them sound good (because you've already packed all your pots and pans various cooking utensils so you really have no choice but to choose the Roasted Turkey and Cinnamon Apples dinner even though you don't really want it), heat it up, take it out of the microwave, pull back the plastic film, stir the hunks of processed food in bland brown sauce around, and then promptly drop the stupid plastic dish with Turkey-like Parts and Cinnamon Packing Peanuts on the floor of your kitchen, upside down, so that your dinner is now resting on and next to your bare foot.
Super fun!
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