It's happened again. I am sick. I lie around and whine and make my pets fetch and carry for me. CAT, GET ME SOME TEA. DOG, BRING ME COUGH SYRUP. Nothing happens and I lie here and moan. Stupid poorly trained pets.
HOW TO LIVEN UP SOMEONE'S WORK DAY
A couple of days ago I was puttering around my office, having just reached Bored With My Day mode when I heard someone yelling, "Call 911! Please, someone call 911!!" I ran out of the office, as one does when one hears something like that, and there was a guy clutching his hand and yelling that he'd cut him thumb off. I ran back into the office, call 911, sat the guy down, talked with him until the ambulance arrived, and sent him on his way. The whole time, I kept talking myself out of feeling queasy and passing out all over his chopped off thumb.
And then I went back to my boring office.
I don't know who the guy was and I'm not sure how it happened but it was a very exciting point in my day. His, too, I'm sure.