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i hate the way the universe works.
i had one week which was so shit, my great grandfather died...and on the same day, (i stupidly decided to go to work anyway), one of the clients i key work decided to slit her wrist...it was so shit.
the following week, i got offered a promotion (from april 21 i'll be a life coach, earn £4000 more than i am at the moment, will work monday-friday 9am-5pm with some weekends and evenings, and have my own desk, with my own potplant (fe-fo, the one david gave me), my own coffee mug (the huge one nick gave me), and my own handcream and vaseline). the day after i got a promotion, i went carusing around cardiff, and had the best 3 days i've had in a Long Time.
if all my emotions were spread equally amongst all the weeks of my life, i'd be able to deal with it. as it stands, things are so crap that when good things happen, they're SUPER good...almost too good, because then when things are back to "normal", nothing is good anymore.
i had one week which was so shit, my great grandfather died...and on the same day, (i stupidly decided to go to work anyway), one of the clients i key work decided to slit her wrist...it was so shit.
the following week, i got offered a promotion (from april 21 i'll be a life coach, earn £4000 more than i am at the moment, will work monday-friday 9am-5pm with some weekends and evenings, and have my own desk, with my own potplant (fe-fo, the one david gave me), my own coffee mug (the huge one nick gave me), and my own handcream and vaseline). the day after i got a promotion, i went carusing around cardiff, and had the best 3 days i've had in a Long Time.
if all my emotions were spread equally amongst all the weeks of my life, i'd be able to deal with it. as it stands, things are so crap that when good things happen, they're SUPER good...almost too good, because then when things are back to "normal", nothing is good anymore.