Odd moments at work. Very odd ones.

My "desk" at work is actually a largish table shoved long-end-to-long-end with another such table right by the door to the hallway. On my largish table is my computer and dual monitors. On the other, at least until today, was another such computer that was going unused. Today, just before lunch, two men who may or may not have been associated with my employers (one asked if he needed to dial '9' to call out) wandered in and started tinkering with the unused computer, a process that involved calling an unspecified "head office." I locked down my computer, along with the 20-minute update that was in progress, and headed to lunch.

When I returned a half-hour later, my computer wouldn't start. That was because while I was away, the two unidentified possible terrorists had yanked the plugs, removed both the unused computer and the power supply that both machines had been plugged into, and fled into the Vermont afternoon, never to be seen again and likely unconcerned by the fact that I had one available outlet and three cords to plug into it. Much slack-jawed staring and blinking ensued. Sadly, I was not permitted to leave on account of I can't turn on my f*cking computer and who were those Morlocks, anyway? (A coworker eventually handed me a power strip, which she acquired by stealing it from one of the other cubicles. Go, team.)

Tonight, I fished a dead mouse out of the toilet. This is not related to the previous incident. I hope.