I can't tell if the Irony Gods really like me, or really hate me.

It seems I still haven't learned my lesson.  It's surprising, since the Gods of Irony seem to take more interest in me than is healthy.  After all, most people are struck down for statements like, "Life couldn't be better," or "What could possibly go wrong?"  Me though, I get in trouble for remarking that there's nothing horrible happening to me at the moment.  Saying "I'm back on my game," for instance, seems to bring 'em running from miles around to come give me a shove.

To be fair, I was the one who was playing around with the $100,000 piece of projector hardware in an attempt to figure it out.  But I know I didn't do anything to the color or aperture settings, which was what was messed up the next day and caused the loss of three shows and a couple thousand dollars in refunded tickets.  Even that might not have been so terrible, had my attempts to figure out the projector not taken the form of "let's see if we can use the projector to watch a BluRay movie in the theater."

Of course that was how the employees saw it, and that was what they immediately told the boss the next day when the problems started.  Honestly, I really was more interested in seeing if I could get it to work than watching V for Vendetta, which was the unfortunate title they brought with them.  Maybe I haven't drilled it into their skulls enough that we're not allowed to just go in and switch on the projector and watch a movie whenever we want to!

In any case, by the time I came into work at three, word had spread up and down the chain of command that the projector had gotten messed up because I had been using the theater like my own personal big screen TV.  They were practically filling out the forms for an immediate termination by the time I got there.  It took hours of convincing first my boss, then the DM, and then finally the CEO of the company that that wasn't what I had been doing.  Eventually I did convince them though, so now all that's left is the yelling.

Still, I did absolutely nothing to the various screwed up settings!  All I did was change the input channels, and unless I failed to correctly change them back and the boss punched a lot of random buttons the next morning in an attempt to fix it, I can't think of any way they could have been altered.  There's only one explanation left: the Irony Gods have struck once again in their campaign to turn my life into a long succession of random yet entertaining misfortune.