  funny fucking thing of the day: go into my lab to finish some printing. go to leave lab and the door handle won't turn. its unlocked, in fact its the designed so that you can't lock yourself in but that is exactly what happened. so I jiggle it for a few minutes and only succeed in removing the handle from the door (probably part of the reason why i couldn't get out in the first place). at this point i'm getting a little anxious. steel fire door with four cement walls and a sink. the whole thing is like 6' x 6' and i'm quickly running out of coffee. so i'm thinking, shit, should I actually start yelling for help or something? My only hope was that I thought my boss was still in his office. now even though my cell phone doesn't work in the lab I have a phone that I can make inter-campus calls on.
so i call him and fortunately he answers and comes to my rescue. With all the recent things fucking up my life this one certainly is the icing on the cake. the worst thing is that I told a few people and they didn't seem to believe me! 
