My Bad Luck

Most people would not believe bad luck could happen to them but it happens to me on a regular basis so no big deal.
Wednesday I had come home with a lot of stuff to write and as soon as I sat down, my dad comes and tells me we have to go to Riyadh {some meeting he had}. Since I would be alone in the house if he left I was dragged along. I managed to get my laptop and the stuff to write and we left for Riyadh. I missed the Thursday class {cause I am in Riyadh duh!} and I wanted to get my English project printed. It was Thursday night and my uncle {in Riyadh} was too lazy to get up and go out. The entire next day we searched for a place to print out the assignment and all the stores were closed or were having their computers formatted {why today of the freaking 365 days}. Anyways we reached Dammam and my uncle had also come for some reason and he told me that I should go with him early in the morning on Saturday to his office where he would get the print out. I really did not argue so I agreed. Woke up at 5:30!!! Got dressed and went to his office {Dammam branch} with him and we reached around 6:40 {he was moving as ‘fast’ as he could} at first he tried to download the driver in his laptop and it did not work. He then turned the entire office system on and told me to do it while he went to the bathroom. I just opened the internet explorer and a sudden message popped up that said, “This is an e-bomb. Take cover you sons of Bitches” and the entire network shuts down. Tech guy comes and gives everyone a day off saying it won’t be fixed by tomorrow.
We then went 6 floors above where the same company {my uncle’s} had rented another floor. There I noticed everyone’s morning routine in a big office. Come to office, check mail first. One guy brings tea/coffee for everyone…drink, relax and talk and if the boss comes just turn around face the computer and chat with the same guy instead. One guy was surfing for porn on the net {he had gone and I just looked at the webpage while everyone was talking, it was minimized} He was on some site which was giving the sex tape of any celebrity for $3.99. He comes back and asks my uncle, “What is the company’s PayPal account number?”………
We got half printed in the boss’s printer {only half because the printer ran out of ink…no comments}. Other computers could not open my files. The time was 8:50 now, so any chance of going to school was gone. I just asked my uncle to drop me back and started writing as soon as I came back. When my dad came for his lunch break I asked him if he could get the rest printed out. But he calls me from his office at around 5 to say the files are not opening in his computer…then I realized that I had saved the files in the latest word format and so it wasn’t opening. I told my dad this and he said that he is not going to be in his desk so I could just change the format and send him. But the files could not be found on my laptop. I then called my dad again and again and again and again and again but still no one picks up the phone. I called up Rahul and for 15 minutes I had to convince him just to send my dad a message on his mobile to call me back. I asked to give him a miss call first. And now seriously, what are the chances of the phone being turned off? My dad comes back home and tells me he will get the print out somewhere else. But my brother had come online so instead my dad and I start chatting with him. After an hour my dad says he will go and I went locked the door and when I came back to the room-Rahul, Tanveer’s girlfriend, another girl and Fahd {an old friend} were all online together and pissed off at me for something or the other…but it was still good that they came after my dad left.
And finally we reach today…
I begged Rahul to give me his laboratory record for like 10 minutes before he gave it to me…and before leaving Rahul asked where Benjamin had gone and I was going to show drumming classes and I start air drumming and hit my own hand {the right one} so hard on the wrist and now I can’t move my hand at all and I can’t write. Now does anyone have any complain about their luck?
Sameed Ahmed
…you feeling lucky, punk! Which movie was that again…