You think you had a bad day? READ THIS!

Are you ready for this? Okay sit back and be ready for this adventure I'm about to take you on. Bring a Jacket, and some snow shoes. The day is Tuesday, May 20Th 2008. The sky is dark and wait.... the sky has absolutely nothing to do with this story. Lets move on, I had been at work approx four hours already, with six to go (for those of you that are good at math, yes that's a ten hour day). I was working as usual, cutting graphite on the cutting table that the techs and myself use to do lay-up with. I had my headphones on and I was jammin. Seconds later I began to smell smoke. I asked my co-worker if he too smelled the smoke, because it seemed to be thickening the air. Once we had both come to the realization that something had to be on fire, we began to search for the source. We seriously searched the entire room that we were in and found nothing, but had I just looked down at my feet I would have seen the massive ball of fire forming. It was not until there were HUGE flames that we noticed the electrical unit underneath the cutting table had sparked, shorted, or spontaneously com bust and caught the material I was working on, on fire. Needless to say... I FLIPPED (I hope all of you who know me get the mental picture with this story, because its great!). My first reaction (aside from freaking out, and almost pissing myself) was to find a fire extinguisher, and you guessed it, there were none in sight. So I ran half way across the building to find my supervisor and scream to him that the place was going up in flames. I know that you are supposed to stay calm in a situations like this, but I am finding out that I am not so much the calm "type". My supervisor ran into the room and put out the flames by stopping the crap out of the material. "Ah! My hero!". I sat outside of the room in my "safe zone" until I saw no more flames, when the fire was out I proceeding with heroin ism into the room.



So the fire was out and everyone was safe. Then the stages hit. The stages I'm talking about are stages that only someone fully comprehends after seeing their life flash before their eyes in a big ball of fire (feel how intense this is getting??). Stage one: laughter, and not the giggly school girl type, its the kind that people get sent to padded rooms for. Stage two: crying, although being the emotional wreck I am, I never hit this stage, surprise surprise. Well I never completely hit that stage, I did muster up one slight tear, but the rest... the rest I held back. Stage three: Disappointment, Damn the building didn't burn down, I have to stay at work. GRRRRR!