Hmm... it seems that this is not my week. Or maybe it is my week afterall... It seems that I have a habit to almost do something fatal this week. One could look at this series of events as a sign of bad karma, but on the other hand, as everything keeps ending up okay, I prefer to think that I'm having incredibly good karma.
Before Monday's escapade with Kelly, I found a dime on my way to school. I like finding money on the ground. It's usually a good sign. I also have a knack for finding change on the ground. I know, a penny each day only leaves me with enough to buy a latte at the end of the year, but I still get excited when I find free money. Hubby's mom likes to say that finding money on the ground means that angels are praying for you. In her mind, a penny equals one angel praying on your behalf, a dime equals ten angels, etc. This idea makes me laugh, but it has changed my outlook on finding money on the ground.
Today, while riding my scooter to the busstop, I stopped to pick up a penny. This resulted in missing the bus. Not exactly a lucky sign. But, as it turns out, I ended up being lucky anyways.
My office is cold. When I type for a long time in it, my fingers shrink and my wedding ring starts wiggling on my finger. To prevent the diamond from continously stabbing me in the finger, I turn on the cheap space heater hidden under Kelly's desk. Most other people in the building place a damp paper towel over the heat sensor, but Kelly insisted on buying a space heater. Until now, I haven't complained because I like being warm.
I was busy having a productive day in my office: catching up on e-mails, grading student assignments, reading everything I scanned this week, taking notes, cranking bad German pop music to keep the annoying people from the English department away... As all of the sitting made me cold, I turned on the space heater. Just as I started to warm up, my PC suddenly shut off. Thankfully, I was typing everything on my laptop, Della, and didn't lose any information.
When I walked around the desks to figure out what happened, I realized that both office PCs, my laptop and the space heater were all plugged in to the same surge protector, and the entire wall outlet no longer worked. Oops. Nothing was smoking, but the wall was really hot (was this from the space heater's heat or from an over worked wiring system?) I couldn't decide, so I did what any self respecting PhD candidate would do... I hid in my friend's office and pretended like nothing happened, hoping that it would magically fix itself. And, because I found a lucky penny today, it worked! The electrical closet happens to be located within my friend's office and lo and behold: after 30 minutes of catching up, someone in a uniform showed up in the office, said hi, unlocked the closet, did something mysterious, closed the door and walked away. I ran back to my office and voila! Power!
Now back to being productive... But first, if you find money on the ground, you can either leave it there for me to find later or you can pick it up and be rescued from a near death experience yourself.
Happy Leapyear!
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