Summary: Sam is having a bad day
Rating: Again I say, it's K. Ya don't like, ya don't read. Capish?
Author's note Sorry it took me so long to update, but, as I said, I'm having a major battle with the evil monster known as Writer's Block, and at the moment it has kidnapped my humor Muse, Allegro, and is holding her hostage. In order to speed up the process of taking her back, please give me some ideas as to how I should continue.
Also, a special thanks to all my reviewers; you really helped out a lot. I normally try to send out an e-mail to all my reviewers, but I've been pretty busy these last few days. A special thanks to sj-88-- you really helped me out. You'll find that I used your ideas, and that's what got me over the Writer's Block's evil attempts to stop me. YOU SHALL NEVER WIN!!! Ahem… Sorry.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I really be sitting here typing this? No, I would be giving SciFi a piece of my mind for canceling the show.
Now, on to our feature presentation…
Checklist for a Bad Morning: Chapter 2
Checklist for a bad afternoon:
You get an e-mail from General Hammond telling you that your meeting will be held at 1100 hours. You look at the clock, which smugly reads 11:05. You groan, shut off your equipment, and race down to the meeting. Check
As your day foretells, there is an elevator backup; at least 20 people were waiting for a ride. You decide that getting more exercise is never a bad thing, and head for the stairs. Check
Four minutes and five flights later, you rush into the briefing room, panting and promising yourself never to take the stairs again. After an apology, and an explanation, you start the meeting, not unaware of the glare that General Hammond decides to send your way. Check
Two hours later and you're certain that you've never had a worse briefing. Nobody paid you any attention, and Felger and General Hammond even fell asleep! A few other scientists had started their own conversations while you were speaking as well! Sometimes, you could strangle your scientists. Check
As Murphy would have it, SG-18 was late checking in with the SGC. And, as Murphy would once again declare, SG-1 was sent after them. Upon exiting the gate, you promptly fall onto your butt, and get run over by Daniel. Check.
You push Daniel off of you, and start to get up, only to have Teal'c barrel into you, pushing you down a flight of stairs that you hadn't realized were there before. Check
You look up, only to find yourself staring in the face of a group of angry natives. Well, at least you know where SG-18 went… check
Three hours, multiple bumps, bruises, scrapes, a broken arm, and the beginning of one heck of sunburn later, you arrive back at the SGC, with a slightly worse for the wear SG-18. On your way to the Infirmary, you nearly get run over by a gurney. And wait; was that Janet that was on top of the gurney? Check
Arriving at the Dreaded Place of Horrors, also know as the Home of the Napoleonic Power Monger, but more commonly know as the infirmary, you overhear one of the nurses saying that Siler got hit by, or shocked by, or shot by something. Again. That was probably who was being carted on the gurney. Speaking of which, you should think about asking the General to require a driver's license for the gurneys. You're pretty sure that that gurney was moving fast enough to qualify as a vehicle. At the very least, it should come with a warning siren. Check
Thirty minutes later, you leave the infirmary, feeling worse off than when you arrived. You head to the commissary, deciding that some food or rather, some Blue Jell-O, would be good right about now. On you way there, you almost get run over by Sgt. Harriman on a caffeine kick, Dr. Felger, blindly running down the hallway with some piece of, oh so important, paper, and wait, was that Rodney… running away from a Marine holding a lemon…? Oh well, you don't know what exactly he did this time, but you're sure he deserved it. You only hope that the Marine is able to catch up with him… Not that you'd admit it…well, at least not too loudly. Check
You finally make it to the commissary and get in line, only to find out that they're out of Blue Jell-O. They of course, have lots of Red Jell-O. Bleh. You turn around just in time to see the airman who got the last cup of Blue Jell-O walk away. You secretly hope that he chokes on it. Check
Thoroughly annoyed, frustrated, and ticked, you storm down to your lab, sending out glares that would have scared Teal'c, should he have been passing by. As it was, everyone in the hallway gave you as wide of a berth as possible. You actually send one poor airman scurrying into a nearby supply closet with the force of you glare. Check
On your way to your lab, you step in something, probably, hopefully, water, and slip and fall to your butt, and managing to jostle your broken arm on the way down. With a curse that would have made a battle hardened Marine general blush, you get off the floor and send out a scowl that would have Anubis cowering in fear. You then stalk off to your lab, this time slightly more aware of unidentified-substances-of-goop-that-take-great-pleasure-in-making-things-(mainly you)slip. Check
You reach youro lab and slam open the door, scaring the crud out of Felger, who for some reason was in your lab by your computer holding a cup of coffee. With a yell, you realize all too late what is about to happen, and reach forward, as if you have some magical power that will stop Felger's coffee from spilling all over your new, highly expensive computer. Check
You send Felger out with a warning to stay out of your sight OR ELSE, and you hurry over to inspect the damage to 'your baby.' After a few minutes and plenty of not-so-muffled curses later, you realize that all hope is lost for your computer, along with the reports that were on it. You slowly start to fill out the requisition forms for your new computer, not realizing the sparks coming off of the back of the machine, and landing on the papers stacked behind it… Check.
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