Monday, February 21, 2005

Monday Blues

Today I feel totally useless, I’ve been searching my mind and its not one thing but appears to be more everything. I guess for once I am really am plotdotlost. Its my dad’s birthday and I feel like I should be with him. I miss my ex-girlfriend so much today and I feel I should be with her. I’m unable to get a reliable builder to do anything on the farm. All I do just seems to upset everybody. Once I have cleared up this mess I’m not sure what I’ll do I just hope it gets a bit better as I’m not up to too much more of this. Nearly 40, very successful work wise but a total disaster personally. Eight hours or so a day of work used to make up for the parts that are missing but it does not have the same luster anymore.
From a work standpoint is should be a good day. I’ve been invited to sit on the conference board for the largest Security Conference on the planet for the second time in a row. Something to wear my lovely new suit I was bought for Christmas. The memory of Christmas day is so clear to me I’ve never been as happy or been given such a wonderful gift. I remember thinking at the time lord take me now as I will never feel this good again.
In the words of Scarlet tomorrow is another day.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gosh it sounds bad where you are, hope you don't pop yourself with the air-gun ...

And when did Scarlet say that ? when he killed all the Mysterons ...

Max Zillion said...

I could be more of a misry and use:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Thanks for your concern I'm sure I'll be back onto more mindless things in a couple of days, just full of self loathing mixed with a bit of self pitty today must be instead of jet lag.

Max Zillion said...

No been to Valbonne in ages went to see UDC about three years ago. Wonderful idea sadly poor delivery, the demo did not even work, I felt so sorry for the young guy doing the demo he just kept on saying "it worked this morning". I knew it was a pipe dream before we went buy our services account manager nagged and nagged, Canadian need I say more.

Anonymous said...

Visited Valbonne I suppose it was Sophia Antipolis in the boom times, now all the American companies have gone a dreaded hate of all things French ...

Max Zillion said...

Lol I worked in France back in the times I was a used car salesman before I got into IT, worked in a place called Carcassone selling Renaults to the expatriate community and to Parisians as the locals would not talk to them. Man those guys speak French fast it was all I could do to keep up with them. Between selling cars and telling Frenchman bad things to say to the British rugby team it was an experience. I always got on with the French well to be more exact the Breton (as my mum was fluent and many a holiday was spent there) who share a hatred of all things French!

Still not feeling much like going into work so run down I picked up the flu so taking my first sick days in must be five years.

Anonymous said...

I have a similar connection my wife is half Breton..., and Mother-in-Law is complete Breton :o) so I understand!!!

As for the British Rugby Team ? are you you talking about the Lions or the Barbars ? as there no such thing ;o)

I given you an honorable link on my Blog www.goliver.net/weblog so expect more traffic on your site NOT.

Max Zillion said...

As it happens it was the Welsh Rugby Team, the used car sales manager also played for the French National side. He wanted some nice things he could say in the pack. Interesting sales technique people used to come in just to get his autograph.

Not sure if anybody even looks at the site as blogger/blogspot does not provide usage statistics I'm amazed I have one person reading this.