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Weird Day

So here was my day in a nutshell:
*My boss and I stopped for coffee this morning at a place called "Pretzel Logic."  It was literally a shack with bars on the window.  We went in and I immediately looked to see what types of pretzels they had.  The answer to that question?  None.  No pretzels.  It had hamburgers, breakfast sandwiches, bagels, you name it. But zero pretzels.  Really, not even the hard mini kind.  

*Got CPR/First Aid certified.  Yay!  Good for two more years.

*Went back to work and our CEO shows up.  Guess what?  I am the company wide Employee of the Month.  He gave me a really nice letter and a $250 bonus.

*Then the sink exploded.  Well, it didn't really explode, but that's how the staff described it.  I'm not a plumber, so I can't really describe what was wrong without using the word "thingy" a lot, but it was the first time that I ever got to turn off the main water valve.  We couldn't turn it off under the sink because the handle was missing to the part we needed to turn off.  Thanks to our wonderful maintenance department, that whole mess got fixed right away. 

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