Here's a funny story for you. Its called my life. Usually, its not this eventful.

I had a monumentally ridiculous day yesterday. The first part involved me waking up late at 830am and getting to work at 10 am and earning the ire of my boss. She was pissed. Perhaps she was also pissed about other things, so she took it all out on me. I stood there and faced it like a man. Then I went to my cubicle and caught my breath and officially set the tone for a morose day.

I spent the rest of the day planning my handover since I'm moving to a new department. In the course of this, I couldn't find an important file.

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up down

I searched everywhere

and despaired the whole afternoon

finally, I called up the person in charge

and asked her to send me copies of the documents

because I had gracelessly LOST them

(this morning when I reached work, the file was sitting at my table. Gerri told me that she had borrowed the file for some reason and had not returned it. She was off work yesterday.)

so I was disheartened

at that point

another person

comes to me

asking me to redo a contract that I had drawn up

saying there was a typo in the amount paid area

I was like argh...because the contract requires my signature and my boss' signature as well. So she would know about my typo. Normally, this is not a big deal, but today, I was finding it hard to laugh at myself. Anyway, I was resigned to my fate, so I went and got it done. Boss didnt make a big deal out of it, because she can be sweet like that. I fancy she felt kind of...bad...for shouting at me. Or maybe not.

After this day I went home. My fridge had stopped working. Vegetables rotten. No food. Stomach and soul both hungry. So I cooked daal and rice with salt and went out to get fresh veggies and fruits. And also to shop for a brighter perspective.

I decided to use the opportunity

to listen to some music i had downloaded day before - Ella fitzgerald and Bob Dylan songs that I've never heard before. That was the nicest part of the day. It was like listening to old friends.

I got back and ate. And showered. And did laundry, did the dishes, hung up washing and folded up the dry clothes. Then I began making my bed. I was feeling much better.

Then there was a sickening metallic crack. MY BED BROKE. One of its legs just gave way. MY BED BROKE!!! It was almost funny. I was laughing and howling at the same time. My housemate Roy rushed to my rescue. He's so always so good humored. He started laughing as well and laughingly fixed up the broken leg.
But the minute I sat down on the bed it went off again.

So now I'm sleeping on a 3 legged bed.

but its a large bed

as long as I sleep on one corner

it holds up