Today appears to be a complete anti-Murphy day for me: everything turns out well.
The rain stopped and it's a sunny but not too hot day.
I got a visit by my uppermost boss, giving me a document that says that as a reward for my extraordinarily good work I get an additional 2 days off this year (YAY!!!!).
Then a huge package was delivered that was supposed to go to our spin-off office at the other end of town where I left a salad bowl after a party last week. I volunteered to deliver the package and this way could fetch my bowl by car instead of going 5 miles by bicycle.
On the way back I stopped at the post office and actually got a parking space right in front of it and no queue at the counter.
I fetched a letter that had been waiting for me there and found it was the contract for my new appartment.
Then my dad called to tell me that if I needed money for the move, he'd give me a loan at 0% (I'll inisist in 2.5%, that's the current inflation rate).
At noon, the lady at the Chinese restaurant refused a massive tip for my lunch, claiming that she didn't take tips from friends
and the tenants association altered their office hours from 8-10 pm to 5-7 pm so that I can go there right after work to get the contract checked.
Now, all I need for a perfect day is Peter Wingfield's wife filing a divorce...
How is your day so far? I hope it's just as good!
The rain stopped and it's a sunny but not too hot day.
I got a visit by my uppermost boss, giving me a document that says that as a reward for my extraordinarily good work I get an additional 2 days off this year (YAY!!!!).
Then a huge package was delivered that was supposed to go to our spin-off office at the other end of town where I left a salad bowl after a party last week. I volunteered to deliver the package and this way could fetch my bowl by car instead of going 5 miles by bicycle.
On the way back I stopped at the post office and actually got a parking space right in front of it and no queue at the counter.
I fetched a letter that had been waiting for me there and found it was the contract for my new appartment.
Then my dad called to tell me that if I needed money for the move, he'd give me a loan at 0% (I'll inisist in 2.5%, that's the current inflation rate).
At noon, the lady at the Chinese restaurant refused a massive tip for my lunch, claiming that she didn't take tips from friends
and the tenants association altered their office hours from 8-10 pm to 5-7 pm so that I can go there right after work to get the contract checked.
Now, all I need for a perfect day is Peter Wingfield's wife filing a divorce...

How is your day so far? I hope it's just as good!