I don’t smoke (and never have) but DB does. Or at least used to.
He hasn’t smoked AT ALL since Friday.
DB is so ill atm that he can hardly breathe, never mind talk; smoking is unthinkable.
Much as I want him to get well as soon as possible, it would be soooo good if he stayed ill long enough to get through the cold-turkey of giving up the cigarettes, before getting better, on the grounds that he’s not feeling good anyway, and probably/maybe couldn’t be much worse…..
What are the chances?
– or not as the case may be.
When I first handed my notice in, I thought there’d be a whole lot of trouble – my soon-to-be-ex Colleague is a grumpy git at the best of times – but he didn’t have anything to say when I said I was leaving and everyone else was upset but totally understanding.
I think there are probably loads of things where real-life paints a much better picture than your imagination does.
I mislaid a project for a customer in about June for instance, and came across it again while tidying up the workshop. He hadn’t phoned to ask about it or complain, so I figured it couldn’t be too urgent, but it was still embarrassing not to habe done it. I decided to apologise and ask him if he still needed it anyway, and he was luffly and said he did still need it, but that he’d been working on something else and would ask my soon-to-be-ex-colleague next year.
So thankful not to have to try and fit it into my last week here… 🙂
* (also saw it a couple of times while working on my Meisterstück but couldn’t do anything about it and so ignored it)
🙂 Yesterday I handed in my notice 🙂
🙂 I have to work ’til the end of the year but come January I’m a free woman 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
(I was just looking though my posts and found a draft version of Wednesday’s post. I thought it was competely gone, but apparently not. Here it is.)
I don’t know why I give either as much power as I do.
Yesterday wasn’t a particularly spectacular day. As well as losing my halo, I also lost my good mood.
However, it did show me something I didn’t want to see: I am easily swayed by external influences. More so than I’d like to admit.
- My glass didn’t want to co-operate. At all. In any way, shape or form. Pretty much everything that CAN go wrong, did. It broke, twisted, cracked, went cloudy, refused to melt, melted too much, looked ok until it cooled down and then broke. Whatever. If you think of something that could happen it quite possibly did. I even contemplated (not for the first time) quitting and becoming something else. I won’t. Mostly because I have less than no idea what I would be better at, but also because some crazy part of me loves a challenge and thinks I have more than a snowflake’s chance of improving.. And because glass is the best thing since.. Since what actually? It’s been around for 7000 years. That’s a whole lot longer than sliced bread. But I guess that’s irrelevant. There’s something therapeutic about watching it melt (except when it’s not supposed to, and even then it’s pretty cool). As they say, “only glass is like glass”.
- There are some people who have the ability to make me want to hit them (or failing that then a wall) just by existing (in my vicinity, I doubt I’d mind them existing elsewhere). I obviously don’t, haven’t, and hopefully never will, but I dislike the aggression that builds in me when they appear on my radar. Noticing my aggression makes me cross. Being cross doesn’t exactly help get rid of the desire to hit things.
- I would have had an argument if I hadn’t picked a monologist to argue with. Having listened [politely] to half an hour’s ranting about how awful I am, I find being told to ‘leave well alone’ when trying to defend myself, sucks more than arguing would have done..
- I would have probably taken my bad mood home and had a rubbish evening if I hadn’t been brought chocolate by a thoughtful person – who didn’t even know I needed it until afterwards – just because. (Thank you, even if you will probably never read this). I’m not nearly grateful enough for the people who make life better.. I spend too much time and energy trying to pacify the people who make it worse, instead of concentrating on the good ones.
Why is my happiness and my good mood subject to things, situations, other people and chocolate?