Highs and Lows

The day started badly.

A cockroach decided to share my shower. It was a disturbing five minutes.

Ten minutes into my 1.5 hour drive to work I realised there was a piece of glass on my shirt which was cutting my arm. Nice.

Then.... Buddy Holly (Weezer) was played on the radio. Even though I can listen to this song whenever I want to, there is nothing as joyful as the spontaniety of a radio station playing one of your favourite songs. Maybe this day would not be so bad afterall.

Then the coffee machine at the service station I stopped in at to stop, revive, survive BROKE on me mid-latte.

An unfair balance of lows at only 7.45am.

Hit me with the highs Friday. Go on. I dare you to!

Old Man Radio

What is it with the average office and the middle class white male in his 50's who forces us to listen to his "shock jock talk back" radio stations?

Just to annoy him, I have taken to singing happy birthday to everyone that says good morning to me today.

Its working.

And its also putting me in a pretty good mood.

.... Things are looking up.

Perfect timing...

So the text message reads:

"Have you started thinking of your next trip up north? I'm thinking somewhere fabulous in Europe together also...."

Should I? Could I? Quite probably!

(breathes into the paper bag....)

Then my phone rings :

"Hey, I phoned you by accident....but hey! Have a great day..."

And with that, my day is made.


(puts the bag in the bin - wait - its paper - recycle.)

Blah.

I could not get out of bed this morning. I just did not want to. Not through lack of sleep - actually for the first time in a while I had a long, deep, fitful sleep. No, I was very wide awake and just did not want to leave my bed.
Previously in my life, when I have felt this way, or if I cried in the shower, it was time to resign. I have had something like 18 jobs in my 17 years of employment - and the last 7 years have been spent with my current employer. The only thing I have stuck to longer than this job was school - which was obligatory, and being a Buckley, which, while enjoyable, has been unavoidable.
Now that I have some sort of history here, the previous manner in which I disposed of my jobs cannot be used. I have rent to pay. I am accustomed to a standard of living. I am debt free. So why would I chuck it in.
I had a panic attack yesterday. Now, it could've been because yet again I have decided to take another month off work to head to Melbourne and the Comedy Festival and I even purchased my airfare. But that shouldn't have been it. Thats fun stuff right?
And work is not that bad. I mean, here I am, happy with the fallling rain (profits perhaps?) up in the Northern Beaches, posting a blog entry instead of working. Thats not too terrible is it? And most of the people are lovely. The few that are not, well, they are kinda entertaining in an annoying way and can actually spice the day up with ridiculous behaviour.

So why did I have a panic attack and whats this pain in my neck that is not muscular - all I'm saying is, it might be a clot. And it might be travelling to my brain. And if I die unexpectedly, will I regret not resigning today???????

Can someone pass me a paper bag please!

PM for PM

I heard this on the radio this morning, and I think it was both pretty funny and dead on the money.

There is a festival in Port Macquarie, a town on the northern central coast of New South Wales (near the holiday destination of my childhood - Laurieton, where my Dads Aunty Laurie lived. No lie. I thought the town was named after her. It wasn't. But still. I mean, imagine if it was. I would be great niece to THE Laurie of Laurieton. Anyway, its just a coincidence.)

I digress.

What I found amazing was the radio announcer explaining why it was going to be an awesome festival -

"Its in Port Macquarie. Which sounds like Paul McCartney. And everyone loves the Beatles."

Yes they do. (and if they don't, they are probably lying.)

I knows what I nose.

For the second day in a row, I have driven through a suburb that smelt entirely of body odour. ENTIRELY OF B.O!

Once is an anomaly surely, but twice? Come on St Marys! Have a little bit of pride!!!