Where there is smoke...

Okay, a little before lunchtime and I decide, I'd like my Lean Pocket. I go, as usual, and put it in the microwave, set it for 2 minutes and run to the restroom. I get back, not even 2 minutes later, and the entire kitchen is filled with smoke and the microwave is hidden by an enormous black cloud. Somehow, I caught my hot pocket on fire. And, that tiny little sandwich thing that doesn't manage to keep me full throughout the afternoon, is fully capable of creating enough smoke to not only fill the entire second floor (people were coming out acting like they were choking, complaining about asthma, worrying about the sprinklers going off and ruining computers), but also enough smoke to permeate through all six floors and cause an array of calls asking if we should evacuate. Clearly, I freaked out... not even 2 months on the job and I'm already creating literal fires... great. Plus, I'm supposed to talk to a church group today. Oh, I smell really ready for that.

Some very sweet people were super helpful and tried to minimize my embarrassment, but... too late. Not only did I ruin my lunch, but now I'm sitting here starving and smelling like burnt toast. On the bright side, there were some funny jokes, but mostly a lot of people just pissed about smelling like firemen.

Oh, what a day...