Smash Lives

For those of you who may not know, once upon a time, I used to be called Smash due to a certain lack of grace & poise. And just to live up to the nickname, in the past two days at work, I have cut my arm on a zip tie, pulled a ream of copy paper down on my head and gotten a wicked paper cut on a file folder. And then this little Three Stooges moment (sans two stooges) in the supply closet. I went to put back some software that I had used, and the shelf was just out of my reach, but I figured I could tip it up on the shelf and push it into place. But there was already some stuff there, so when I tipped it over the shelf, it slanted down and fell on my head. In my eagerness to get out from under the rain of software, I stepped back onto the dust mop, making the handle hit me soundly in the head. And so I stepped forward on the vacuum cleaner and knocked it over, losing balance myself and grabbing the doorframe to keep from falling. We laughed til we cried.