crankylex | and for my next humiliation...

So today while at work, I leaned back in my chair to get something off my printer, which is directly behind me. I never lean back in wheelie office chairs, because I'm always afraid that they will tip and dump me on to the floor.

I was right to be afraid.

The chair dumped me ass over head, then flipped over on top of me. I also took out my Gateway tower and a bookcase, complete with books and the aforementioned printer.

The really bad thing is that it all landed on me.

So I'm lying there, stunned, underneath a ton of office equipment. One of the guys rushes in and says, and I shit you not, "Did you fall?"

No, moron, I often lay on the floor underneath the contents of my office.

After they cleared the debris off of me, I bounced up, laughing because ha ha ha, it's fucking funny that I fell out of my own damn chair.

But then the lump on the back of my head started to rise and the bruises started to form on my left side. When the congo line in my head got louder, I decided that it was time for a strategic retreat home.

I'm in a lot of pain. I feel like I've gone a few rounds with Tyson. I'm bruised, sore, and whiny as all hell.

Now if the Flexeril I took would kick in and knock me ou....

*thud*