15 Dec 2007 15:05

 
People know me by my uncanny ability to break things especially if I have bought them myself. And I’ve been like that always, boy and man. Usually if I buy something myself it is either already broken or it breaks on first use. These include but are not limited to: toys (as a child it was a standard), a VCR, CD player, clothing and computers (+ games). There was a point where, if it was at all possible, I made somebody else to choose the product package from the shelf if I wanted to buy something more expensive - and even that didn’t always work.   

Lately my speciality has been coffee cups and glasses. During the little over year I’ve been in the service of my current employer I’ve broken five or six coffee cups, all that I bought myself.
At home I rarely drink anything out of a coffee cup though so I demolish glasses. I think I’ve broken around six glasses this year alone. They say that glass splinters bring good fortune. If that was to be true, I should be a billionaire and living in the Bahamas. And obviously I am not.

About my working breaking career still. In my first job I got a brand new laptop as my work equipment. It was perfectly good laptop except that the keyboard was faulty and it didn’t register pressing certain keys on the first stroke. So it was a bit of a drag trying to work on the machine. Luckily the keyboard was later replaced. In my current job I succeeded to destroy my laptop there by knocking over a half full cup of coffee on my table and the laptop just couldn’t handle all the caffeine.

11 Dec 2007 01:21

Just to prove that I’ve always been the black sheep, I’ll entertain you with a story from the past around just over ten years ago. See, me and my brother were riding back home from the city in my dad’s car, my brother drove. I was still in junior high so I wasn’t old enough to drive.

Well we arrived to our garage and I got up to open the doors (side hinged) so my brother could just drive in. One of the doors had a brace bar with a handle on the forehead level that needed to be pulled downwards in order to open the door. Well when I was opening the doors my brother revved the engine and started to crawl the car towards the garage as he used to do. So I thought I better get the hell out of the way and took a sharp right turn. Too sharp. I hit my head to the handle and it punctured right side of the head. Blood started to spray out with moderate pressure - enough for me to start fucking panicking somewhat. So I got in to our home quickly as I can and we tried to get the blood spray down by using a cold shower and towels and it somewhat did.

With a bloodied and wet towel against the wound my brother drove me to the emergency room and the doctor there asked what the hell happened while he was stiching me up. I told him what happened and it seemed that he couldn’t grasp the idea that somebody could actually hurt himself like that to a garage door brace bar handle and I think he never quite believed my story. Anyways he told me that I’d been lucky, less than one centimeter upper and I would have punctured an artery and the blood spray could have been serious, even fatal.

So in the end I ended  up with a few stiches and wearing a huge "glue bandage" over my head for about a week or two. But seriously: Who hurts their head accidentally to a door handle, I mean really?  

09 Dec 2007 03:14

Last week during a national holiday I decided to use it wisely by washing some laundry. Well I shouldn’t have. I checked all pockets twice but still a ballpoint pen found it’s way to the washing machine. The pen of course broke during the cycle and ruined the load - and with it my favourite shirt. Bugger.