I didn't want to go to work today. Tuesday sucked. Bad news on the work front all the way around. If ever there was a need for a mental health day, it was today. But I went in. Had to get shit done! And I hit the ground running. I was crushing it. CRUSHING it.
One of my tasks was replacing the rad in one of the prototypes. I got the new rad out of the back room and pulled the rad out of the packaging and placed it to the side. Now, before I get to installing the rad, I need to get rid of this big box. I'll just bend at the knees and lift this box in a Health & Safety approved form.... and mid-squat my pants exploded.
The sound of 20 inches of fabric tearing alerted me to the wardrobe issue. The cool breeze on my intimates indicated the issue was quite serious. I looked down and shuddered. I now had convenient access to my junk courtesy of a brand new opening in my pants that went from belt buckle to just above my knee. Fantastic.
Luckily, I had a big box that would serve well to cover my exit from the shop to the office. Once I was back to my desk, I dropped the box, grabbed my jacket, and let the guys know there was an emergency at home and I'd be back in half an hour.
I seriously contemplated staying home. I played a few games of Call of Duty to chill but I did end up going back. I wasn't exactly crushing it from that point forward. Stupid pants.