Typing an important document for the boss, I lean back to take a quick breather. I'd been working on this document for hours. After a quick break I sit back up and as my index finger heads towards the T key and my ring finger lands on the O key....*POP*! The screen goes black. My jaw opens slowly and I sit in my cubicle chair, staring at a black screen suspended in limbo. The power had turned off. My document...
After a quick investigation, I discovered the source of the short circuiting laptop - it was my power strip, and the villainous ease of my foot tapping off the power. I feel like a power strip should have some kind of security code you have to press before it allows you turn it off, kind of the like your cell phone, the security systems in your house, the pin number on your debit card, or the nuclear weapons silo in the dessert.
Well, it was one of those moments, where I am the only person to blame, but I want so badly to shift the blame on to something or someone else for ruining my project. My precious work was G.O.N.E! I shuffled to turn the power back on, this time using my hand to flip the switch and doing it with malice. The screen flickers back on and I check the auto save to see how much I had to back track. It turns out my little clumsy moment only cost me ten minuets of work or so.
I am feeling much better that I've caught up where I left off before the power loss. In an hour I was very close to being done. I review my work, decide its ready to go, slowly move my cursor over the save button (I'm moving it slowly for dramatic effect for my readers, I picture a slow motion moment happening here)... and *POP*!
I did it again! Somehow I managed to tap the little red light on the power strip and everything turns off. I forgot to mention last time that it wasn't just the computer that had turned off. I also had to reset the clock, reset the phone, and allow the printer to start back up. So, at this point, you can see I'm fed up with the power strip and my clumsy toes. I am almost ready to cry, when the boss walks by and asks for the document he'd been waiting on.
I had to explain why it wasn't ready. Folks, I wish you could understand the grief here. Many of you probably can. There is something in fabric of a day in the office, where something goes arey and all the processes that follow seem to malfunction.
Do you have a tragic office story of your own? I would, truly, love to hear them.
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