In an infinite universe anything is possible.
Anders stepped into his cubicle, flicked the switch on his moniter and fell flat on his arse.
Standing unsteadily, he looked accusingly at the damp patch of cheap carpet where his economically priced desk chair had been when he left the office on friday.
looking around the office he glared at each corporate drone in turn. Every one of them avoided his gaze or shrugged dejectedly. Eventually he gave up and went to request a replacement.

Twenty two hours prior
With a faint schliptt of a noise a hole grew slowly in the ceiling above the same cubicle. a few moments later there was a gloop and a ball of viscous green oozed through the hole and dropped with a splot onto the cheap plastic desk chair below.
“Bugger.” In the centre of the blob bubbles began to rise from the chair. “wrong dimension, AGAIN!” with a second gloop the blob disappeared upwards once more, chair and all, and the hole closed tight.

Nothing remained but a damp stain on the carpet.