Obviously he didn't want her to "have a shit one" but he did want to brings things into perspective, quickly. Whilst I would have warned that this sort of rapid refocussing could be harmful to ones' health (especially around this girl), I can see, and last night did see, its merit...
First off it started with a little spring cleaning in my email tray at work. I started reading through a few that I'd sent to contractors to check if they were worth archiving and to my horror I saw this (I've removed the boring technical stuff):
Hi Andrew,
I tried calling Andrew ealier but...
...
...
Could you please pass this on to Andrew as I don't have an email adress for him?
Regards,
Jared
At this point I'll let you know that there is only one (very confused) Andrew that works there. One of my biggest peeves is when someone sends me and email/letter/quote and doesn't bother to proof read it and now I'd done the same. By no means is my grammar perfect but I have high standards (even my double standards are high).
Then I came home and realised I locked myself out. Whilst waiting for my landlord I was bitten by no less than 4 mosquitos, then as I walked inside and started unloading my shopping (which I had to load myself as no-one apparently works at a checkout in the supermarket anymore?) the juice from the raw pork stir-fry had drained into the bag and contaminated the rest of the shopping. Teach me for being a carnivore!
Anyway, I then realised;
1. My mum is sending me a new doona and bed sheets to replace the crappy ones I have here in Pirie
2. Dave is building me a sweet new roadie to replace the crappy Trek I'm riding
3. Daylight savings means that even though I'm working long hours I should still get some ride time tonight
4. I've got a heap of leftovers for today's lunch
Have a shit one Jear (sorry for the profanity Dad!)
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