Lightly toasted

I had yet another job interview this afternoon. I did my usual preparations... took an hour to shower, another hour or so to decide what to wear and style my hair in the required fashion. Tried on a few outfits, rejected them. Bemoaned the fact that I really need more shoes. Checked up on the company's website, checked there were no delays on public transport (biking to an interview is just asking too much of karma), checked the weather websites for further consideration of what to wear. Decided I really need to make a good impression because I really need new shoes.

Half an hour before I had to leave (nails done, hair done, make up semi-done and outfit still undecided), it was time for lunch. Simple egg on toast.

I always burn toast. Always. Any one I've lived with can attest to this claim. This time I did it good and proper. Smoke billowing out of toaster was the first sign, the second was the smell, the third was the fire alarm.

BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP

I flung the offending piece of (now charcoaled) toast onto the balcony, opened all the doors and windows, switched on the extractor fan at full blast and then turned my attention to the screeching contraption out of reach on the ceiling. Thank god it wasn't spraying water at me.

Just as I was concluding that the only way to shut the thing up would be to rip it from the ceiling and mangle it with an iron, a-la-Phoebe style, the thing shut up on its own. No more smoke, no more fire, no more alarm. Clever.

So I was able to get back to the all important process of selecting an outfit with corresponding earrings and shoes. Oh, and the egg on toast became an egg sandwich. I wasn't trying to burn two pieces of toast in one day, thank you.

Have a smoke-free weekend!