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I went out with Phil last night to the Sherlock Holmes pub in the continuing (and now possibly aborted) quest to find Old Speckled Hen ale on tap. As we were leaving, they were playing Something For Kate on the pub's sound system, and it quickly lodged in my brain and has been playing ever since.

This morning Triple J played Something For Kate's new single "Deja Vu" as I was crawling out of bed.

My life is ruled by weird coincidences of the small kind.

Whilst we were travelling, I was telling [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] how I always have to be prepared for bad luck, because I never had good. He thought this was rather pessimisstic of me. But it's true - I seem to spend all my luck karma on weird little meaningless coincidences like the one this morning, and thus have none left for raffle tickets, lotteries, unexpected financial windfalls and job offers. And I've found that it's better emotionally to expect bad things to happen, because that way you're always pleasantly surprised when good things happen, and you're never disappointed when they don't. And I've had a few more disappointments lately than I like to deal with, so I'm going back to my old cynical attitude. It doesn't mean I'm going to give up trying, just that I'm going to give up hoping/dreaming/wishing. Because things never turn out the way I want them to, and I'm tired of feeling bad because of it.

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The atmosphere at work is rather weird here today - it's Tony's (the boss) last day as he is retiring, and we're supposed to be working hard so we can close up shop this afternoon and lunch. Notice I said supposed. Work is getting done, in between chatter and blowing up balloons (and making various raunchy jokes about the same) and card-writing and cake-eating. Say what I will about the public service, we do get things pretty good. Let's hope the new boss (whenever they are appointed) is as relaxed and easy to work for as Tony.

Date: 2003-06-06 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pollymel.livejournal.com
Was going to comment, then thought, fuck it, gonna see you tomorrow. Plus, it's 11:30, and I have to go stuff things in bags. It's all in piles, just...not one pile inna bag. Also. I said I'd talk to your tomorrow, why are you bugging me like this? Less'n twelve frigging hours. Gimme a break!

(Brought to you courtesy of paranoid delusions.)

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