Jeanette was having a perfectly ordinary day at her computer. She was sitting in front of the monitor, deeply engrossed in an important project. Suddenly, the internet went out. Janet sighed and decided to check her phone, but it was dark. She reached for the charger, but at that moment, the monitor flickered and went dark.

She tried to turn the monitor back on, but it showed no signs of life. Inside, anger started to boil. It had already been a bad day: the morning coffee had spilled on her documents, her boss had called an unscheduled meeting, and now, the technology failed at th...

Jeanette was having a perfectly ordinary day at her computer. She was sitting in front of the monitor, deeply engrossed in an important project. Suddenly, the internet went out. Janet sighed and decided to check her phone, but it was dark. She reached for the charger, but at that moment, the monitor flickered and went dark.

She tried to turn the monitor back on, but it showed no signs of life. Inside, anger started to boil. It had already been a bad day: the morning coffee had spilled on her documents, her boss had called an unscheduled meeting, and now, the technology failed at the worst possible moment.

Jeanette felt this was the last straw. Her patience snapped. As she began to smash the equipment, she felt the accumulated tension release. Each strike, each crack of plastic brought her a strange sense of relief.

When everything around her was shattered, Janet stopped, breathing heavily. Silence reigned, broken only by her ragged breaths and the occasional clinking of fragments falling to the floor.