You could call it Murphys Law. In some cases, you could call it Entropy. Just don’t call it a surprise, because we all know…
It’s always some damn thing!
Welcome to my new regularly occurring series! I’ve thought of starting this for a while, because we are approaching the threshold in our state of affairs that are no longer worthy of complaint. Having worked in emergency services as well as surviving 10 months in a war zone, I am aware of the mental health threat that intensely bad situations pose.
Now, there’s a tool I have to admit that I’ve buried out of the shame I feel for using as I can never tell who it might offend. It’s the skill of cynically extracting a usually dark aspect of a traumatic event in order to cause the unexpected reaction of laughing. That is making light of, or taking the piss of for my international audience, an extraordinarily bad event.
Admittedly, half of shit that goes down isn’t, in itself, the end of the world. However, add the dimension of time to the discussion, and we now have to consider things cumulatively and look at patterns through concepts like percentages and frequency. I know that’s starting to sound mathematical and shit, so rather than dwell on the theory or discuss why this is post number 001, let’s just dive in head first!
It’s still early in the day today, so I’ll just recap yesterday. I have a ventilation job waiting on me. It got warm last week, so the awesome folks called on me to see when it was going to get done. So, despite the late start to the day (5:30pm though the building was unoccupied literally all weekend) I finally got there to get some work done. Upon scoping out the scene, I come to realize that about $20 in parts are still needed and also that I was suddenly in need of a tool that I have been putting off the purchase of. I knew it was needed, but thought the other carpenter’s very nice tool would still be available for me to use. Whelp, at some point he wrapped up the last of his work and rolled out entirely. Oh, and I don’t even have the money to pay my phone bill, so 😝
I squeezed out doing what I could to get ready, but without half the things necessary it was only so much. Another hour+ commuting for so little return.
You know it’s always some damn thing!