Damn it all.

I went to work today as per usual. Everything was fine. At the end of the day though... Sergei comes up to me.

Sergei: Hey. You the one who submitted the product for testing on Friday?

Me: I nodded.

Sergei smiled and it was horrifying. His mouth seemed to stretch like his skin was wider than his head.

Sergei: Your product exploded during the testing. One of the testers was seriously injured. Oh and you're being fired.

I stood in shock before managing to choke out the words. "Who was injured?"

Sergei: An employee by the name of Portnoy.

Me: Portnoy?! Will he be okay?

Sergei: Unknown. My guess though...

He made a throat slitting gesture which also gave me a great view of a jagged scar across his throat. After that he walked off laughing.

I went to the hospital to see Portnoy. He's still alive but in critical condition. The fan blade launched off and embedded itself about 6 inches into his left eyeball. They say it's surprising he's not already dead. He's... He's not going to make it. I know he isn't. I killed my best friend...

I went home after. Megan tried to console me but I yelled at her. She's angry at me now. I'm sleeping at Maless' tonight.

Lost my job. Killed my friend. Pissed off my wife. Things were going so well...