Anyone else have a weird day?

Added all together, today bordered on surreal…

For the first time ever, I had to fill out an accident report on a subordinate. Oh, I’ve had them filled out on me, like when a six-year-old threw a chair at me years ago, but I’ve never done one on anyone else. Anyway, after the 10am break I noticed that one of my subs had an icepack on her leg. I asked her why and she took it away to reveal that she’d been bitten by something a good half a dozen times. “It’s hot and prickly” she noted. The woman who sits next to her reported having found a spider on herself only minutes before, so we decided it was probably spider bites. Spider bites usually itch rather than heat up like that (she said it was like touching a stovetop :eek: ) so we had to go talk to the building manager in case she needs medical treatment due to this.

And we soon learned that other people have been seeing spiders this week too. Apparently they’ve moved in to the building to escape the weather. The building manager promised that facilities will do “something” about them. From what people said about them, they seem to be these spiders that I still haven’t identified three years later.

Then…
It finally began to rain around lunch time. They’d been predicting occasional thunder storms with some heavy rain. The power went out during one of the thunder storms, but it came back on again. The storms kept coming, though, one after another, all afternoon. It was a little eerie because every once in a while the storm sounds would completely cease and the rain would stop. Then, minutes later, a new storm would arrive.

Then…
Around 2:30 there came a strange, unfamiliar noise, as if large men were running across the roof of the building. Hail! Golf ball sized. I’ve never seen hail that large before. There are no windows where we are and everyone (70+ people) got up to go see what was happening, mostly to fret about our poor cars. TPTB didn’t even say anything, they just accepted that people needed to go look. Fortunately it didn’t lead to any broken glass in the parking lot, which is a damn good thing since a lot of car insurance companies exclude glass from our policies in NH because there are too many claims in the mountains due to falling rocks.

Then…
At 3:30 it was announced by TPTB that there were tornado warnings in my town and the ones surrounding. Tornados! This is New Hampshire…aside from a freak tornado at a golf course every couple of decades, we don’t get tornados. Luckily, none actually materialized.

So, did anyone else have an off day too?

I have nothing much to add here except to ask where in New Hampshire you are. I’m in Hanover, at Dartmouth.

Oh, and that does sound like a weird day. :slight_smile:

Yesterday was fine. But today? Was bizarro day at work.

I had a customer stalk my table and yell at the customers that they stole his chips and beer. Even after the supervisor told him that they would check the tapes and find his stuff. Even after I told him several times that the supervisor was handling it and to step away from the table.

The tables were filled with slow, hard of hearing, smiling stiffers. A regular came to my tables 3 different times, I never gave him a pot, yet he tipped me $5 each time.

I had a guy I started calling “Skippy” push me a small pot and just throw bribe money at me.

It wasn’t just me. The room was very, very weird tonight. Their was so much weirdness that I just gave up. I stopped trying to make sense of it. The supervisors were weird, the brushes were weird, the customers were weird.

Typically, in a shift, I can run across our standard variety weirdo. Today? Tons of 'em.

Although I did score points with the young Rastafarian when I told him I was familiar with it and offered to recite “War.” He asked what I meant, I said “Haille Selassie’s speach to the United Nations.” His eyes got very big, then I said “Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, JAH RAS-tafar-I” He said he was very impressed. I told him it was one of the joys of getting old, you know a lot of crap. He tossed me $3. Yes, I do tricks!

I had my first dream about dying last night; probably the most terrifying dream I’ve had in my life. The murder method was very, very creepy–my phone was possessed by some kind of witchcraft, which took over when I tried to call someone and told me in a singsong voice that I was cursed and I was going to die. I crumpled over in terrible pain and right as I faded away in the dream world, my eyes slowly opened against my volition to show me the “real” world. The whole experience totally screwed up my day. I wasn’t able to get anything done and I was a scrambled mess at work. I was haunted for hours by the creepy, creepy song that played in the background on my cellphone in that dream. I “forgot” my cellphone at home when I left for work–I’m thinking now that my subconscious did that intentionally.

Heh. My favorite incident report I filed was for my co-worker whose hand got bruised when a sow moved around in a cart and smushed his hand against a wall. “How could this incident be avoided in the future?” Ummm…not quite sure.

Yeah, they were saying big-ass hail up by Burlington over the weekend. Very strange.