Cracked a mirror at work. I didn't, I was carrying it down the stairs with another guy who I'd never met before. But since shit rolls downhill, I'll get blamed.
I'm touching wood for good luck all over right now, but I've moved millions of quids worth of glass and mirror without a breakage for years. And I know I didn't do anything wrong today, other than expecting the other guy to be competent. My record is ruined now.
I'm raging actually, usually it's no ones fault when glass breaks, because sometimes it just does. But I had a fucking 13 year streak. That's entirely fucked now. I hate moving glass, but I'm pretty good at it. Or at least I was until today. Should've stayed in bed.
I'm touching wood for good luck all over right now, but I've moved millions of quids worth of glass and mirror without a breakage for years. And I know I didn't do anything wrong today, other than expecting the other guy to be competent. My record is ruined now.
I'm raging actually, usually it's no ones fault when glass breaks, because sometimes it just does. But I had a fucking 13 year streak. That's entirely fucked now. I hate moving glass, but I'm pretty good at it. Or at least I was until today. Should've stayed in bed.