Tell me about your “Falling Down” moments.

I woke up at 5 am to an email to take care of some shite. I arrived at the office around 615 pounded some king cake and espresso, then started pounding the keys.

I sent the job off for printing and got an email around 8:25 am that it was ready for pick up.

I left work at 4, since traffic in metry was starting to become unruly due to the extravagant Family Gras celebrations, to grab the job.

I arrive at the business and they have no clue what I’m looking for. I show them the “job complete” email, and they called for a manager. She came from the back with a bag of chips in hand and said, “I don’t know why they sent that email, our machine has been broken for two days.”

I proceed to call the 800 number. A foreigner with a peculiar English accent answers. It’s at this moment, I realize, I’m fricked and have to go in early tomorrow to fix this shite.

No apologies. No refunds. I left a few expletive big words fly. I wish I had a baseball bat in my car.



Happy Mardi Gras.

If you see me on the route, give me a hug and buy me a drink.