Gonna Be A Rough One

My normal pre-office routine begins and I arrive at the office around 7 AM. Normally I take the stairs to my floor, but this morning, in particular, I decided to use the elevator because I was drained of energy. I walk through the lobby, past the security guards, and I am pretty sure I had my eyes closed the entire time. I can remember holding up the side of the elevator by pressing my back against it. The doors open. I exit.

My mind was filled with tasks of things I had to accomplish for the day so I make my way to the break room, knowing this was a day I would need coffee more than ever. I sat my yogurt down and noticed that we had a another fridge in the breakroom — in fact, we now had two. Peering at the white refrigerator, I shrugged and then grabbed a spoon for my yogurt.

I needed to make a stop and chat with the DBA about some tasks and extract a time frame from him. I cornered the cubicals and made my way to his area. Upon arriving at the DBA location, I noticed that his desk was clear of all debris — something was clearly wrong. In fact, the whole cube appeared sterile. Knowing that my tasks were dependent upon his completion of certain sub-tasks, my eyes widened as I feared a bad day was upon me.

The best course of action was to make some coffee and check to see if MB was around so I could ask him what happened. I stroll along the aisles of cubicles until I reach my row. Something…. something..something just wasn’t right. My aisle was different! The cubes were different. Did we get new furniture?? I looked out into the nothingness as my brain synapses began to fire, "What could be wrong?" I’m an idiot.. I some how got off the elevator on the wrong floor. Quick — someone get me an expresso injection!