I suppose I could chalk this up to “things that happen when you’re running on very little sleep or patience and have been at work off and on for over 14 hours.”

But really, it’s just because I’m a moron.

Have you seen those new office chairs that are the fashionable thing in cube farms nowadays? They’re basically just a big rubber ball, sometimes in a container with something resembling back support but some of them are just… big rubber balls.

We have one of those in a cubicle here. It’s been taunting me for months. Tonight I finally broke loose and rolled it down the hall.

Whee!

I rolled it back and forth a bit, and then I did something remarkably stupid, even for me: I kicked it.

Bounce! Bounce bounce! CRASH! tinkle tinkle tinkle…

You know those red lights outside of broadcast studios, the ones that indicate the studio is “on air” and you should be quiet nearby and not open the door except on the direst of emergencies? In our building those fixtures consist of a painted red incandescent bulb inside of a very nice looking, very expensive, very glass enclosure.

And yep, I broke one of them to smithereens.

Did I mention those enclosures are expensive?

So, yeah. On top of already having not one of the best workdays ever, I go and pull a stupid stunt like this. Brilliant, I say. It’s things like this that remind me why I can’t be trusted on my own judgement, unchaperoned…