On Wednesday afternoon at work, a delivery of our new 60-inch poster printer arrived. In my almost immediate first attempt to help our facilities staff get it in to our office, I wound up not only cutting part of the box, but also slicing my right forearm in the same motion, quickly spilling some of my blood outside our building. (D'oh, always cut away from yourself!) I went back in, cleaned the wound and bandaged it, briefly attempted to play cool for the next fifteen minutes to help get the poster printer into our storage closet... then I left for the hospital. The second half of the day, I was in ER and wound up getting about 7 stitches plus a bonus tetanus shot, since I hadn't had one in forever. It was the first work day without any meetings and I was so looking forward to getting caught up on everything which definitely did not happen.
I think it's safe to assume the printer is possessed or required some sort of initial blood sacrifice before it could enter our building. So I made sure to write it a dark theme song (which still had to be a lil bangin' since it's hopefully gonna be pretty rad printing huge posters). Sorta reminds me of The Prodigy but with a lot more angry distortion.
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