Why the Karma? What did we do? I got to work today and went to the kitchen to wash out my water bottle and pour a coffee. There wasn’t any dish soap left, so I thought that I’d try the hand soap in the washroom. That was a bad idea, as the scent from the soap remained in the bottle, despite a thorough rinse. I couldn’t drink the water. I went for a coffee and there was none left, so I chose to have a hot chocolate…
…which I prompty knocked off the counter onto my thighs and all over the floor. The jeans have dried mostly, but now I have coacoa stained over the front of my jeans and I have no way to get a change of clothes from my place across the river. At least I smell yummy.
I brought a potato salad for lunch, as we were going to have a pot luck dinner (our team), but I forgot it was for tomorrow, so I had to buy lunch without much money, a I left my wallet home. And, to add to the mix, the canteen’s refrigerator decided to reverse its role over the weekend and it heated up inside, cooking its contents. So, they are limited in what they can server to what wasn’t refrigerated.
Eeyore said it best, I guess. “Oh, bother!”