Vicious Law 103--IF it can go wrong, IT will!

It's not even 10am and I've been at work for 3 hours already.

Everything that could potentially go wrong in those three hours has gone wrong. As if being awake before 7am wasn't punishment enough, the validation that you are incompetent before that hour is unnecessary and somewhat cruel. Don't prove me right, fate! Just leave me be. Live and let live.

I had a class to set up. Along with not having access to the floor it is scheduled to run on, the materials were spiral bound instead of the requisite soft binding. The room was a mess from the meeting prior--yesterday, no doubt. The LCD projector was set up by AV but ceased working conveniently before the class started. AV was missing from the scene after multiple calls and pages to their special 911 line. None of the participants had arrived at 8:45am for the 8:30am session; turns out the learning management system had failed to send a reminder. The reminder that was sent three days prior, in lieu of the day before, listed the wrong room. After fruitlessly phoning everyone on the list--only to get their voicemail--and e-mailing them in hopes they were blackberry-clad, I realized that it was all a moot point with the projector not working.

Finally, as I walked up the stairs from the training rooms--the light of God shone in from the glass encasement that is my daily prison, showcasing a glorious model turned actor wearing a set of magnificient white wings a la Victoria Secret.