Continued from yesterday...

Hello my blog followers!
Yesterday was a rough day. ; - <
I was innocently working, and suddenly I got a huge pop-up that said I had a virus. I kept deleting and ignoring it but it only got worse! It got to the point where I couldn't even get online! "FREAKING OUT, FREAKING OUT" Of course the office staff consisted of me and "The Big Guy" only. Everyone else was either sick or faking sick or making sales calls. So I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. I went into talk to "The Big Guy" and said, " my computer has an infection". Because he is a member of Mensa and one of those geniuses, he has no sense of humor. He said, "What are you talking about"? I quietly answered, "I think it's a VIRAL infection". Well, being the mild mannered Big Guy that he is he asked, "HAVE YOU BEEN SURFING THE INTERNET"? I quietly responded, well, you know I was not in the office yesterday and R**** was. In the 2 1/2 years I have worked with that person they have never been sick and neither has my computer! (I'm sorry R****, but you weren't there and I had to blame someone). So I told the Big Guy: Well, R**** had to go into my office the day I wasn't there to get some paperwork to do me a favor and... now they both have a virus. Hmmm... still no sense of humor.
The Big Guy decided to do a virus scan to hopefully find and fix the problem. In the mean time, I felt like he was being a little, "too nice". But, I also started to feel the ground shake and some rumbling, like a volcano. The scan took a long time and I had nothing to do except pray. And I did! Occasionally he walked into my office to see if the virus was found and repaired. It was not found. For the first time in my life I asked God for a virus. OK. I begged God for a virus. (thanks God for not answering that prayer. Remindes me of that song, "Sometimes I Thank God For Unanswered Prayers). Anyway, the volcano was getting louder and louder so, I decided to put my stuff in my car to make a quick get-away in-case it errupted. It was getting closer and closer. Finally, I asked the Big Guy if I needed to be there, (I should have left 1/2 hour ago). He had smoke coming out of his ears and said: WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO BE HERE? YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING! I said OK, bye, and ran out to my car and left. (I swear I heard the eruption as I was pulling out).
To be continued...