Year 50 Day 289

Me leaning against a doorway, wearing a black shirt with tiny white skeletal hands.

Day 289: An unexpected work conversation:

“Michael! My computer’s on fire!”

“What?!”

“I can’t touch it and it smells like burning!”

The computer hadn’t gone to sleep properly when unplugged and closed before being dropped into its computer bag to sit for an hour while class was being taught…so it just sat in its bag and overheated itself.

Thankfully, after a couple hours of cooling off, it booted, apparently none the worse for wear (or, at least, not enough worse as to prevent it from working).

I’m used to being the office ad-hoc “so we don’t have to call IT” IT person. But I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear “my computer’s on fire” when I came in to work today.