Sunday, October 14, 2001
|9:27 AM|
New Attitude, same old Cecil. I took a step across my room yesterday, holding a large surge protector. I had to lift it to get the cable off the ground away from snags. As I stepped, the surge protector lightly tapped the glass globe surrounding the light bulbs on my ceiling fan. This globe promptly exploded, hurling glass in every direction. I don't expect for those fixtures to be made of saftey glass, but this one had apparently been made of danger glass, as the shards have filled every possible area of this room and are all sharper than any knife I've seen. Some of them have gotten to places that I think would have only been reachable if the glass grew tiny legs and ran. I started picking it all up, and putting it into a large trashbag but the moment those little missles hit the bag they cut through it. The clean up process ended up taking half an hour, which is a long time to be handling glass. Of course, I did delay the cleaning up for several hours due to the time constraints I was under to fix a computer, which meant kneeling in glass, stepping over glass, digging glass out of my fingers when I typed on a glass-booby trapped keyboard.
What the hell am I going on about this for? It used to be that I would have tolerated the broken glass for an indefinite period of time, well, maybe a couple days. But I chose not to clean it up that moment because I had another task to complete, not because I wanted to avoid a dangerous chore.
Sure, I'm harping on my drugs again, but I now shoot out confidence beams from my eyes that make lesser people turn away. I can meet the gazes of anyone I run into and not look away nervously. Ahhh glorious day.
I promise when I get back from this repair job today that I'll post something more entertaining.
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