Posted by sean on February 28, 2011 at 9:57 pm in Work Activities with No Comments

You know it’s the start of a bad day when you get to work, open your bag and find out that the jar containing the sugar for your coffee has lost its lid. Sugar everywhere! On my apple, in my sandwich, on my Tracker bar. Not fun.

The rest of the day went relatively well. It wasn’t amazing or the best day ever. If I was Bill Murray in the movie Groundhog Day, I would probably have to re-live today, as it wasn’t perfect. But as far as Monday’s go, besides the sugar incident, it was good.

Until this evening.

Turn on the light in my front room. BANG! All the other lights go out. It was a good thing I had recently visited the toilet, or my underwear would be filled. After coming to my senses, I realised the bulb had blown and taken the circuit with it. This is the same bulb I was moaning about for the past week about it being “too dark” and “making a buzzing noise”. My own fault, I guess.

Luckily it was a simple case of flicking the trip switch back on. However, the bulb will need changing. I will need somebody taller than me, with a bulb, to climb the step ladder and change it on the stupidly high ceiling.

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