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Bad things come in threes, right? Well, let’s see.

I don’t want to complain, but I’m a man with the flu, so it would be a crime against nature if I didn’t become a whiny tool. It’s what I do. So even though I shouldn’t complain, I’m going to do just that.

9:00 am- I’m at work, and it’s really, really quiet. Still trying to shake off the cobwebs of the previous evening’s NyQuil cocktail, I notice that the office is uncharacteristically empty. There are literally three people in. I share this uneasiness with a co-worker who tells me: “Today is going to be one of those really strange, unexpected days.”

9:15 am- A co-worker walks by and asks “You drive a Nissan Versa, right?” Before answering, I realize: nothing good could possibly come after that question. Odds are she isn’t going to follow up with “because publisher’s clearinghouse is standing next to it with a check. They’re waiting.” She instead continues with “I parked next to you, and the wind got a hold of my door. I scratched your car.”

She was incredibly apologetic and I was happy she told me. I have to go in to the dealership anyway for maintenance this week, so it won’t be a hassle to get an estimate, etc. And honestly, if she hadn’t told me, I never would have known there was a scratch there.

1:00 pm- I get an email that one of our web servers is down, while our company’s top guy is out doing networking stuff. He is not pleased. There is nothing we can do to bring it back up. Wonderful.

It is now 3:12 PM. I’m waiting for the next thing to drop on me, Wile E. Coyote style.

And on a related note, I received an email from my dad this morning. Yet another thing for the “two bad things so far, just waiting to get hit in the face with a bees nest then put out with a hose connected to a faucet full of pigeon piss” file:

Yesterday morning: He gets a call from my sister telling him the garage is flooding. He got home just before the water got into the house and spent the next 3 hours getting it under control and stopped.

Later that night: He lets the dog in. After about 15 minutes he noticed there was blood everywhere. The carpet in the kitchen and living room were covered. Apparently the dog cut his foot on something and walked through the house, bleeding.

They say bad things come in threes.  I’ll be in hiding the rest of the day.