I think I am cursed. Every time I sit at this desk, and work to help people through the stress of an emergency, things go wrong. Someone forgets how to drive without hitting other cars. Some building decides that it is time to catch fire. I sit at this desk for hours upon hours, days upon days, waiting for the next big things to come hurdling my way. I think I am cursed, or maybe I sit at the desk far too much.