Foos freak out
For Christmas this year, my niece got me a present I really appreciated. It was simple, fun, and something I’d never think to get myself: a mini-foosball table for my cubicle. Though certainly not one of my biggest gifts, it was one of my favorites. I was definitely excited to take it to the office and show it off (possibly on Bagel Friday), but then disaster struck.
I made a completely moronic error while assembling the thing and rendered it useless. You don’t know how angry I this made me.
For so many reasons, this made me angry. Because I’m the ultimate perfectionist. Because I hated to see such a thought gift ruined by my own incompetence. Because I was looking forward to playing foosball against the DBA.
That was Monday. And then, today, I brought a flat-nosed screwdriver to work and magically fixed it!
I feel awesome, man.
And no, in the future, I’m still not going to look at the instruction manual. I’m too stubborn for that. But I’ll try not to freak out in the future.