Have you ever had one of those days?
You know, where everything you touch turns to shit.
Well, that has been my hitch so far.
Bummer hey, and I think I'm coming down with something........
But it is not all bad.
New mudlogger is doing an excellent job, considering he only did 4 weeks training. There are some nuts and bolts basic that he is missing, but he is learning with every mistake he makes. (And the last one was a big one - one I have been trying to fix for the last 3 days- sigh).
But all mistakes aside (he is........a man.........afterall......) he is doing an excellent job. He has a really good attitude, which is everything out here. You can be shit at your job but have a really good attitude, and still make it out here.
Another good thing is that I'm home soon. Yay!
Might make it for the very arse end of easter.
(I didn't realise it was good friday until the night cook made some hot cross buns).
The cook went into Quilpie (furthest town from the sea - in Queensland) the other day, to try to get some easter eggs. The poor bastard tried really hard, but there just wasn't an easter egg to be found. I don't know about you, but that makes me really sad.
Not for the lack of chocolate tho. Anyone who knows me, knows that the last I get plenty of chocolate. But for the symbolism.......or the........I don't know what........a feeling I get...........
You see, I don't know why, but broken easter eggs make me sad. Maybe I'm pms'ing or something, I don't know, but they always have made me sad.
I think it started while I was a teenager. My parents had had a nasty split, and dad moved out suddenly.
One easter, he bought some easter eggs for us kids (something he has NEVER done before).
Anyway, he put the eggs he bought in my car.
It was a warm day, and they all melted.
I didn't drive anywhere for a couple of days, so did not discover the eggs for a few days.
Anyway, when I spotted the eggs, I got a warm fuzzy feeling. It was a sign of affection from dad. Dad was the only one with my spare car key, so I knew it was him.
Well, as soon as picked up the bag, all the eggs just kind of squooshed into each other.
I was devastated. Not because of the lost chocolate, but because of the ruined symbol of dads affection.
I don't really know why, but i fell down and cried.
Just thinking about it makes me, still to this day, burst into tears.
RIP
RDS
22-05-2000
Well, that has been my hitch so far.
Bummer hey, and I think I'm coming down with something........
But it is not all bad.
New mudlogger is doing an excellent job, considering he only did 4 weeks training. There are some nuts and bolts basic that he is missing, but he is learning with every mistake he makes. (And the last one was a big one - one I have been trying to fix for the last 3 days- sigh).
But all mistakes aside (he is........a man.........afterall......) he is doing an excellent job. He has a really good attitude, which is everything out here. You can be shit at your job but have a really good attitude, and still make it out here.
Another good thing is that I'm home soon. Yay!
Might make it for the very arse end of easter.
(I didn't realise it was good friday until the night cook made some hot cross buns).
The cook went into Quilpie (furthest town from the sea - in Queensland) the other day, to try to get some easter eggs. The poor bastard tried really hard, but there just wasn't an easter egg to be found. I don't know about you, but that makes me really sad.
Not for the lack of chocolate tho. Anyone who knows me, knows that the last I get plenty of chocolate. But for the symbolism.......or the........I don't know what........a feeling I get...........
You see, I don't know why, but broken easter eggs make me sad. Maybe I'm pms'ing or something, I don't know, but they always have made me sad.
I think it started while I was a teenager. My parents had had a nasty split, and dad moved out suddenly.
One easter, he bought some easter eggs for us kids (something he has NEVER done before).
Anyway, he put the eggs he bought in my car.
It was a warm day, and they all melted.
I didn't drive anywhere for a couple of days, so did not discover the eggs for a few days.
Anyway, when I spotted the eggs, I got a warm fuzzy feeling. It was a sign of affection from dad. Dad was the only one with my spare car key, so I knew it was him.
Well, as soon as picked up the bag, all the eggs just kind of squooshed into each other.
I was devastated. Not because of the lost chocolate, but because of the ruined symbol of dads affection.
I don't really know why, but i fell down and cried.
Just thinking about it makes me, still to this day, burst into tears.
RIP
RDS
22-05-2000
posted by mogcat | 5:50 AM
2 Comments:
Cheer up chicky,I know what you mean tho.... Christmas does the same for me.
I went out this morning,(as ususal far from organized)to find easter egss, and do you think I could bloody well find what I wanted?!
Well, 3 stores later, and plenty of crankiness later....I got my much sought after googies!!!! =)
Damn well next year I'll be getting 'em early!
Hey...hope you have a good break home! =)
Cat
That was a very emotional story, I got the sniffles now , what a memory to have , so sad , maybe you can feel the good part , of how much he loved you and how important it was to him that you knew that,I will never look at a broken easter egg the same again,but I think the Symbolism of your Dads affection rings so true today,the chocolate isnt the most important part , it was the deed of letting you know he loves you he wanted you to feel it and obviously you did and still do:) hope you have a Great day , and hey share some of that chocolate bud! take care
G.
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