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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Over-Sugar2922 on 2025-12-18 09:23:03+00:00.
Thursday morning, it's a good day because I get to work from home today.
You see, I have this cool new desk that is height adjustable via motor. Just a click of the button and it will rise to your preferred hight!
I have a video call meeting with my boss right after the breakfast break and while we're talking I decide it's time to stand a little to help my breakfast move along. So I press the button and relax as my desk does all the work for me.
Suddenly, I hear the desk collide with something. The motor whirrs louder and louder, desperately trying to win the fight against whatever it blocking its path and I begin to panic.
The tabletop creaks while I scramble to hit a button that will stop the incoming catastrophe. I manage to hit every button except the ones that would save me and then...BAM!
The poor innocent lightswitch on the wall lost the fight and shattered into several sharp plastic pieces, one of which launched itself directly against my forehead, hitting a pimple that had just scabbed over because I'm human and pick at my pimples.
I get startled so badly I stumble backwards, trip over the leg of my chair and fall to the ground.
My boyfriend, who was awoken by the loud bang, rushes into the room and sees me on the floor, blood running down my face.
From his perspective, it looked like I had just been assassinated. I don't blame him for thinking that. After quickly checking the windows for any snipers in hiding, he went to see if I was still alive and okay.
Still reeling from the shock, the embarrassement and the pain, I fail to find the words to let him know my webcam is on and my boss is getting an unobstructed view of him and his beautiful underwear-only sleep attire.
It's not until my boss, who has been speechless at this display of calm competence until now, speaks up to ask if I'm okay, that my boyfriend realizes I'm on a video call.
Somehow, I manage to stand up, apologize and end the call without causing another incident.
Then, like the mature adult that I am, I start crying. Through tears I try to explain what happened and my boyfriend, through tears of laughter, tries to fix both my forehead and the light switch. Thankfully neither seem permanently damaged.
Unfortunately, my ego will never recover and my boyfriend is also incredibly embarrassed that my boss saw him almost naked ("these arent even my nice boxers!").
My boss texted me shortly after to let me know I can take an hour or the rest of the day off if I need to (flexible work hours ftw!). I am considering paying a snipers to actually assassinate me because that is significantly less embarrassing.
TL;DR: My motorized desk obliterated the light switch and my knight in shining undies was on full display for my boss, who is certainly questioning ever hiring me.