It's the little things in life...

So there were two things today that just sort of randomly happened at work, both relatively inexplicable.

The first was, after I got a Sprite (giving up caffeine! day 2) from the machine downstairs, I got my soda out of the slot only to hear another one tumbling down right behind it!  Two for the price of one!  I’ve never had a coke machine make a mistake in my favor, as it were, so I now feel like I’ve gotten back about 1/20^th of the money that I’ve lost in the things over the years.

Then, later, I was poking around in one of the storage areas of my desk that I’ve never used because it has a bunch of random file folders and power cords for monitors in it, and what did I find but TWO DOLLARS!  In real American money!

At first I thought I must have put the money in there a long time ago and forgotten about it, but I can not, for the life of me, think of a reason I would have left $2 in there, much less buried beneath a never-used floppy drive that’s sized for a laptop.

Weird.  Maybe my desk is “paying it forward”, working off in advance some karmic debt that it feels it will inevitably incur in the future.  What vices do desks dream of, in their wildest hours?  Does this portend a desk-related accident that will leave me hospitalized for years on end, a husk of my former self, spurred on through endless days only by my burning and implacable determination to reduce the architect of my disaster to the smallest splinters of particle board?

Time will tell, I suppose…time will tell.