Up Against the Odds

As discussed here, I have decided to throw caution to the wind and move forward with an idea that's been festering for a long time now. I guess I don't have to throw caution to the wind since it's not a very dangerous endevour - caution isn't really on the packing list and so not on my person in this situation which would be necessary to be thrown away. But it seems the universe is acting against me:

I have created a file on my computer that I have titled "WIF" which stands for "walking in Faith" but upon a quick glance looks suspiciously like a short form for "what the fuck" which may be more appropriate in the end. What does it say about me that upon that quick glance, my brain chooses "what the fuck" over "walking in faith" or any other source of abbreviation?

I wrote a proposal document, and went to Staples to copy it 15 times to send it to people who may be able to help me with my project. Staples has several do-it-yourself copiers, all of which I tried. Three had jammed paper, two were displaying error messages, two were shut down completely and one tried to eat my page 21. Near surrender, I had to get the brainiac from behind the counter to come adjust one to make it work.

With 15 copies in hand, I decided to get some sort of fancy report covers. I found exactly what I was looking for, but only one package of five. Taunting me from the top shelf were several more packages, right over the sign that says "Please ask for assistance". There were no staff members near by and the ladder was temptingly close so I wheeled it over, threw caution to the wind (had to fit it in somewhere) and clammered up to reach the top shelf. While I knew I wasn't supposed to be on the ladder in the first place, my conscience woudln't let me undo the lightweight chain blocking the stairs so I had to reach from the lowest step, lean over the chain to pull on the packages. Twice. While I was so precariously perched, a very (ahem) helpful costumer walked by and commented "Careful, you're gonna fall". While I had several nasty retorts, I settled on a glance of distain and an eye roll at his back as he walked away.

Don't worry, I'm back in my office safe and sound. The M&Ms I'm using to chase away frustration are doubly effective since I gave blood two hours ago, I'm feeling kinda whoozy actually! And forth I trudge!

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