I won't get fried, the thing that happened was that last night I got a txt from a colleague telling me that the written national language exam sheets of two examinees had been lost (reading, writing, translation). I hoped it was only some mistake with the code numbers and that the sheets had not actually been lost, but I couldn't really sleep nevertheless. So this morning I went to the exam center to check it and no, it wasn't the code numbers, they were really lost. I went pale cause that's the crappiest thing ever that can happen, plus it's never happened before that completed exam sheets were lost. Then I phoned my workplace and they told me the two exam sets had just been found, the interlocutor who was responsible for that particular room had left them in the desk of the room and when he submitted the stack of sets to me I didn't count them cause I believed him there were 61 sets, whereas in reality there were only 59 sets. Another colleague who got part of the sets for marking up collapsed too cause she thought she had lost these two sheets. So I survived a minor heart attack today.
And I feel crappy anyway.
Plus my phone bill turned out to be three times as much as usually.
But thanks for the words of consolation, you're good people, you.