I learnt from tv last night (so you know it must be true) that emos are kids that like to dress in black and listen to sad music....
So it made me think of the type of music and all the songs that I have on my trusty t9...
Allow me to list a snapshot as follows: Stupid thing: Aimee Mann You know I'm no good: Amy Winehouse For You: Angus & Julia Stone Wasted: Angus & Julia Stone Mysteries: Beth Gibbons Wayside: Birds of Tokyo Someone so much: Bob Evans The high road: Broken Bells My favourite game: The Cardigans Wicked Game: Chris Isaak Little self-centred queen: Clare Bowditch Hang me up to dry: Cold War Kids Lost!: Coldplay Numb all over: Dallas Crane Gotta get thru this: Daniel Bedingfield This life awake: Dead Letter Circus Life for rent: Dido Mercy: Duffy The other side: David Gray The wanting comes in waves: The Decemberists
You know when things happen in your life, and it happens over and over and over again until you can no longer ignore it or avoid it because you know someone is trying to tell you something?
Well, I have had many of those moments recently…
PwC, dagnabbit! I just cannot get away from them!
By sheer coincidence, I discovered that the nice partner in the department had retired in June and as I was reading through his farewell tribute I was reminded that it has been quite awhile and I should probably get in touch with some of my old peeps down in PwC-Land… lo and behold, the instant that thought crossed my mind, I discovered that more than a handful of the people I had worked with there had left good old PwC-Land. It was all too coincidental that so many of them had left at roughly the same time this year… just too odd. Was the company really doing so poorly that so many middle management staff had to be retrenched?
Ok, so "retrenched" is my assumption of the situation… because you never know, perhaps out of about 15 middle managers they had, 8 of them decided to quit their cushy comfort zones of a job all at the same time…
Yes, it could happen… but unlikely.
And then out of nowhere, I see one of these "retrenched" middle managers on my way from work one day last week. He was not in a suit, so I guess he was not yet working… For 18 months, I don't see a soul from that drab insular corporate world and the moment I start hearing news of them, I spot one amongst a large crowd of humans. Incredible? Not yet… this morning on my way to work, I spot a second one! What are the chances of that happening? Two in 3 days… BUT! That's not it.
My dear dear facebook-addicted colleague of PwC-Land, the one who had mysteriously disappeared off facebook for moons and moons suddenly popped back up on facebook! He even had a very long and detailed description of an incident.
I am pretty darn sure these are all signs! They don't just happen simultaneously out of the blue. But like double rainbow guy, I need to ask "What does this meeeeeeaaaaaaaaannnnn?"
One step at a time I suppose. Step 1: make contact with the old peeps of PwC-Land…..
I have just learnt how to post without even switching on my computer!
This. Is. Gonna. Be. Awesome!
And will mean that it won't be months between posts ever again :)
Sorry about that. I haven't forgotten about this, I have good intentions and I write all the time but time does get away from me, and the 'posting' part of blogging almost always seems to escape these days. Turning on a computer at the end of each work day just isn't all that appealing... particularly now that I don't need to look for work.
You think I'm no good because I've got
A boy back at home who I happen to love.
Yes indeedy-dee I do.
What good does that make me to you?
Go ahead, call me friend if you like.
I'm not saying this is easy, pity me,
I'm unavailable (that's me),
Little Ms Unavailability
Devil - who let you in?
Don't you go messing there again.
Just go, go now away.
Thank God there's always you to blame.
Some lonesome someone some time ago
Convinced you you had to be broken
To make your words grow,
Now you go using girls like me
To help fuel your creative misery.
You wrote to me not long after I had left
You said "I'm glad you're good.
I'm not so good. I'm quite a mess.
Who's gonna sing you to sleep?
We could've made such a beautiful, beautiful family."
Devil - who let you in?
Don't you go messing everything up again.
Just walk, walk now away.
Thank God there's always you to blame.