When I got in my office a few minutes ago, one of the guys I work with said I had a message. So, I check my machine. (I’m apparently not cool enough for voicemail.) The machine I have is cheap; the tape is all warped sounding, and no one in office supply will get me a new one. (When I told the office supply guy that I needed an answering machine, he brought me one from his house.)
Well, I had to lean over to hear the message, because of the aforementioned crap tape, and the fact that the speaker on the answering machine fuzzes out sometimes. I was trying to decipher the message when the tape and the speaker ganged up on me. The message started coming out full blast, which of course made me throw my head back. Unfortunately, I was under a steel lock box that is mounted on my wall, and I cracked the top of my head right on the corner of it. :eek:
Well, after the initial shock of cracking my head, I decided that the lock box needed a good beating. So, I smacked the crap out of it. (Yeah, inanimate objects need a beat-down occasionally.) Somehow, when I smacked it, I broke a blood vessel in my finger, and now it’s swelling up and turning purple.
I hate Mondays.