Moaner Lisa.
Well, it's what I normally come here for. To have a good, stress relieving moan. One could only wonder how on Earth do I restrict myself to no more, then one by -annual session. Mind over matter, my answer would be. Also, it might very easily unleash my internal Anaconda-Gioconda who would bite the Nosy Parker head off without even telling him to mind his own business first.
Here is my today, in chronological order anyway.
1. Up @ quarter past five (that AM by the way) instead of my usual 4 am.
2. Almost late for work (see above).
3. Security pass doesn't work.
5. Serious computer problems.
6. Major (and I mean M-A-J-O-R) water machine leakage. Half of the gym floor flooded, carpet is sodden and so are my trainers and gym pants. Hands in the icy water for half-an-hour (know now how that brave Dutch lad must've felt), nose blocked and throat ticklish.
7. "Mirror" cafe is being refurbished hence - only packaged food in the canteen. No freshly made stuff.
8.Eating "Cote d'Or" Milk Truffle chocolate bar (see number 1 and number 7 for the reference).
How, in the circumstances, could I not turn sour and bemoan my fate? Where is Leonardo da Vinci with his flying brash to make up for such a dreadful morning (MOANing, more like it) and to immortilize my suffering? (Which, apparently make your true colours shining and ennoble your sole... Hm-m-m-m-m-m-m... NOT convinced.)
Or, at least give me the other Leo. That Di Caprio bloke, who came in very useful with his Irish-jigging skills to destruct everybody from "Titanic" little problem. I still have got enough water on the floor to sink it all over again.
Here is my today, in chronological order anyway.
1. Up @ quarter past five (that AM by the way) instead of my usual 4 am.
2. Almost late for work (see above).
3. Security pass doesn't work.
5. Serious computer problems.
6. Major (and I mean M-A-J-O-R) water machine leakage. Half of the gym floor flooded, carpet is sodden and so are my trainers and gym pants. Hands in the icy water for half-an-hour (know now how that brave Dutch lad must've felt), nose blocked and throat ticklish.
7. "Mirror" cafe is being refurbished hence - only packaged food in the canteen. No freshly made stuff.
8.Eating "Cote d'Or" Milk Truffle chocolate bar (see number 1 and number 7 for the reference).
How, in the circumstances, could I not turn sour and bemoan my fate? Where is Leonardo da Vinci with his flying brash to make up for such a dreadful morning (MOANing, more like it) and to immortilize my suffering? (Which, apparently make your true colours shining and ennoble your sole... Hm-m-m-m-m-m-m... NOT convinced.)
Or, at least give me the other Leo. That Di Caprio bloke, who came in very useful with his Irish-jigging skills to destruct everybody from "Titanic" little problem. I still have got enough water on the floor to sink it all over again.