Short Circuit

I got a shock while working on the internet in my so called home office yesterday night. It was about midnight. The room was quiet except for the familiar sound of the fan spinning on the ceiling above my head. I appreciated the comfort of the circulating air it gave in the otherwise hot and stuffy room and I am oblivious to the noises that it produced. My wife and my children were already in the slumber land, all fast asleep in the bedroom.

All out of a sudden, an explosion in the living hall broke the silence of the peaceful night, and the whole house was pitch-dark except for the light from my computer screen. If I was like Chicken Little, I would have shouted “The sky is falling!” Whatever had happened, it did not affect my computer. Whew! That was a big relief. My computer is the gateway to the internet world. If anything happens, I would be totally cut off from the internet and I have a few blogs to maintain. To get a new computer is totally out of my budget at the moment.

My first reaction was to shut down my computer and walking totally lost in the dark,  searching for my torch light was quite a challenge. A blind man could have done better in situation like that.  Found my torch light finally, and the next task was to check what actually happened. Frankly speaking, I was nervous and scared at the same time, not knowing what to expect or rather expecting for the worse.

Upon checking, I felt a little bit relief when I noticed a light bulb on the dining table. It seems that the bulb has exploded and dropped down onto the table. The explosion has caused a short circuit in the house but it did not cause further damage to other appliances. Just imagine the quality of a light bulb nowadays. It literally blew up. But I was thankful that my computer was not affected.

And I have to take one day emergency leave from my job just to attend to the problem and getting the electrician to come to rectify the problem. At this time, how I wish I am full time working from home and not reporting to any boss. Then I don’t have to call up to inform and explain why I couldn’t work. Well I still have my computer and I am going to achieve my dream to be the SOHO guy. The next time things like this happen again (hopefully there won’t be the next time) I am not going to call my boss because I am my boss

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