To Be Honest, I Can't Think of a Title
Now, as a person, I sometimes find it hard to place myself on the grand scheme of things. I don't mean that significance wise, I'm as insignificant as they come, but I'm talking about luck. 'Coz one on hand, I have the luck to have been born in a western country, a non-america western country specifically, have a good family, the best bunch of friends I could wish for and so on. So, if you looked at my life from the outside, I'm dammed lucky. And, even better, I have at least some talent at school work, meaning I can get academic qualifications. On the smaller things, I sometimes think I'm the unluckiest person alive. I'm, of course, wrong, but everybody feels like that occasionally.
Anyway, this isn't one of those blogs where I whine (wait a second, can it really be a blog if I don't complain and be angsty?) Instead, it was just me finding things funny. Like the fact that working in Argos now requires me to wear a pink jumper. It's like something out of a poorly written american comedy. Luckily, my 'dense' nature meant that I 'didn't notice' everybody was wearing them, so I got away without having to get one til they had tragically run out. IE: I went down to the stock room and started working, thus getting away with it. Of course, luck like this balances out when I climb up a wheely ladder, nicely placed so I can get an item, which I realise the wheel locks are broken on so it rolls away leaving me hanging from a shelf (possibly as comical as it sounds, although I hooked the ladder in my feet and pulled it back). If, of course, I hadn't caught it in my feet I'd of crashed down back first and possibly paralysed myself. Times nearly killed in the Argos stockroom: 4.
And then there were other funny moments, like when I almost made friends with a fairly attractive girl coz we were both working on collection, except my shift ended so I left her on her own to deal with like thirty customers (I had to grab a lift on time!). So she was pissed at me, which was quite funny.
This is the kinda bad luck I find amusing. Even the pink jumper thing, if I hadn't got out of it, would have still been funny. Say, failing an exam tomorrow, would not be funny. So let's hope I don't.
I should also mention: I CUT MY HAIR. Okay, so not very dramatic. Lasted a year and a month. And it's just trimmed so I can see without a) staring at my feet, b) having a pony tail (which I refuse to do) or c) constantly sticking a ton of hair behind my ears. Which is cool. Although sometimes I miss having really short and therefore easy to deal with hair. At least I don't accidently eat it when eating a sandwich anymore.
This blog has been fairly long and completely pointless, so I'm beginning to wonder if I should say something worthwhile. By something worthwhile I mean something like "I love 80's TV."
Speaking of TV, Boote's been really getting into Firefly. I told ya it was great!!!
Anyway, this isn't one of those blogs where I whine (wait a second, can it really be a blog if I don't complain and be angsty?) Instead, it was just me finding things funny. Like the fact that working in Argos now requires me to wear a pink jumper. It's like something out of a poorly written american comedy. Luckily, my 'dense' nature meant that I 'didn't notice' everybody was wearing them, so I got away without having to get one til they had tragically run out. IE: I went down to the stock room and started working, thus getting away with it. Of course, luck like this balances out when I climb up a wheely ladder, nicely placed so I can get an item, which I realise the wheel locks are broken on so it rolls away leaving me hanging from a shelf (possibly as comical as it sounds, although I hooked the ladder in my feet and pulled it back). If, of course, I hadn't caught it in my feet I'd of crashed down back first and possibly paralysed myself. Times nearly killed in the Argos stockroom: 4.
And then there were other funny moments, like when I almost made friends with a fairly attractive girl coz we were both working on collection, except my shift ended so I left her on her own to deal with like thirty customers (I had to grab a lift on time!). So she was pissed at me, which was quite funny.
This is the kinda bad luck I find amusing. Even the pink jumper thing, if I hadn't got out of it, would have still been funny. Say, failing an exam tomorrow, would not be funny. So let's hope I don't.
I should also mention: I CUT MY HAIR. Okay, so not very dramatic. Lasted a year and a month. And it's just trimmed so I can see without a) staring at my feet, b) having a pony tail (which I refuse to do) or c) constantly sticking a ton of hair behind my ears. Which is cool. Although sometimes I miss having really short and therefore easy to deal with hair. At least I don't accidently eat it when eating a sandwich anymore.
This blog has been fairly long and completely pointless, so I'm beginning to wonder if I should say something worthwhile. By something worthwhile I mean something like "I love 80's TV."
Speaking of TV, Boote's been really getting into Firefly. I told ya it was great!!!
posted by Li at 8:40 PM
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