happy happy joy joy

My work has been stressing me out. This has been going on for a while now. A large portion of this stress can be attributed to working on one particular machine I have had to deal with a lot lately. Its an old piece of junk that has been re modified dozens of times, each time stretching the demands on the machine, well pass the original design specs. Today, the machine was behaving excruciatingly bad. I cursed, I swore, I kicked the frame work of the machine. Nothing seemed to work. Then the machine let out this nasty squeal, then BANG.....

The machine finally died!

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

I'm so uber-happy