I had an interesting day today. It started off pretty uneventfully. Nursing a hangover from the night before, I wandered down to my local Starbucks to get a tall skinny peppermint mocha (my current morning beverage of choice) and a hot roast beef and cheese roll with tomato lettuce and mayo. Yum.It took me a couple of tries to get a cab, but eventually I found one and asked the driver to take me to 55th street and 3rd ave where my work is. Yes it's Saturday but I was going into work to finish a few things off. Along the way, two firetrucks speed past us, along with two ambulances and a tonne of police. The traffic suddenly got really banked up and I could hear a helicopter hovering just above us. Turns out we were just a couple of blocks from this accident:http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/16/nyregion/16collapse.html?ref=nyregionA massive crane at a building site fell and hit four buildings, killing four people. I was around there about 10 min after it happened. Crazy. On top of destroying residential homes, the crane smashed into a bar called Fu Bar, which we regularly hang out in after work. My workmate's friends girlfriend also lived in the building which got smashed and you can see her pink suitcase in one of the photos on the New York Times website. Photo number 8 here:http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/03/15/nyregion/0315-CRANE_index.htmlLuckily they are ok though. Crazy...When I finally got to work, I almost caused another accident myself. One which totally could have been prevented had I not been hungover and tired from working a 65 hr week. The roast beef sandwich I bought, was given to me wrapped in foil and then put in a brown paper bag. I love my cheese melted, so as soon as I got to work I chucked the whole thing in the microwave, turned my back on it to get a drink and then the next thing I know the microwave is sparking and smoking and the roast beef is up in flames. I'm not talking little flames, I'm talking 'I'm going to blow up BIG nasty flames'. Naturally I was shitting myself. I had a split second to decide - should I risk trying to get it out of the microwave and have the whole thing blow up in my face, or should I just run and have it blow up later. In the fear of burning down the whole building, I lunged at the microwave, pressed the button to open the door and it stopped. But the fire didn't. Frantically I looked around the kitchen and found a pair of plastic salad tongs - thank god - and pulled the burning sandwich onto the floor, where it continued to burn burn burn. Next I got several cups of water and dumped it all over the flames. The whole office stinks of burnt paper/beef/foil... and the microwave is all melted and fu$%*d. oops.. I was really shaken, but not too stirred, as I went on and did about 7 hrs work after that.
burnt stuff all over the floor
microwave - stuffed.
microwave - on closer inspection - even MORE stuffed. warped, melted and blackened for life.
the culprit - sandwich wrapped in foil
burnt stuff all over the floor
microwave - stuffed.
microwave - on closer inspection - even MORE stuffed. warped, melted and blackened for life.
the culprit - sandwich wrapped in foil
