Theory Of Moreness

I‘ve noticed something about this phenomenon lately and that is when you are single, no chicks are keen on you. But the very moment you are attached or heading that way, suddenly options opened up like its raining women. What’s up with that man! Before it’s like a barren land where all the chicks are either attached or just not keen on you. The moment you focus more on one and make some serious headway, another few appears. What do you do then? Abandon ship? Date them all? Why can’t they appear around the same time so it’s fair to get a feel which lady is more right. Why is it that when you are closing in, more ladies start giving you the ‘hello there’ look. The phenomenon of one equals more. That’s how I would term it.

When I was married there were some pretty hot ones around. Then when I wasn’t so married, everyone’s gone. You need to have one to get more. Somehow ladies are like insecure bees. They need to see a fellow bee hanging around some flower to be sure that this nectar is sweet. If the flower is available with its nectar wide open, no bees will hover there. It’s like hey girls, this one must be bland. Let’s skip it and see where the others are camping. Something’s got to be wrong with this one. Let me know how you get one bee to stumble in and you may possibly be on a verge of a bee assault.

So now I have a dilemma, to proceed or to wait around and see how the others will turn up. Colleagues are introducing interesting options suddenly when the very same ones were not so forthcoming months ago. Ladies are coming forward making their admiration for you known. What’s up with that! Where were all these months back? Or is it just the God of breaking jinxes of ‘no babes on your front seat’ have finally gotten to my indexed book of prayers? At this moment, it is very tempting to get greedy I suppose. But I guess a bird in hand is better than two in the bush. In this case more than two. Sigh. Back to slow cooker. Least she’s more or less a keeper. Double boil soup here I come!

Bordering Madness.

Work has been bordering between ridiculous and insane. I learnt something and that is if you are not working for an MNC but a local boss, try not to be too competent or you find yourself swamp with more responsibilities and more work. We can’t entrust this to him nor can we expect much from the others, hey we still got you. Here you go. Get this done. And there. More work less table space. I swear I had the neatest table when I first started. Now I barely see it anymore. Sometimes I forget that it’s even there.

More departments are looking for you, everyone’s lips are mouthing your name. When there is a problem you can’t solve you know who to call. It is kinda like the 80’s Ghost Buster movie. Who do you call? Handle it all! I now understand why under my job description when I first signed the dotted line, it says you do whatever the company ask of you and not what your title suggest.

My colleagues laughed when I pasted a note that reads ‘So busy I am going nucking futs!’ Initially I thought it was funny too. Not anymore. One day I will list out the things that I hate under that note too.

I attempted to save some dough and be an ID for my new home. I always envisage my home to look like some resort. Then the Feng Shui master turned it into something else which I have to live with since I paid him a grand to work out what’s best for the home. Next came the parents who have their ideas of how they would like it too.

I know why now kids don’t want to live with them. It sucks when it is your responsibility to provide a roof for them and sucks when you don’t make enough to buy one for them so you can live on your own. So anyway, buying lightings, bathroom accessories, tiles, furnishing, creating space, the look, all these belong to the expert. Take my advice. Leave it to them. Attempting them on your own is suicidal. Especially when you are on your own. Luckily I have a buddy who owns a renovation company Serengeti and gave his time and advice on doing up your own home. Not like the sitcom Home Improvement starring Tim Allen but hey still a very big THANK YOU Jeremy! Couldn’t have done it without you bro.

So now I have a home that is something I can call my own with some of my signatures, some of my parents and some footprints of my dog. But I am still proud of it considering it looked like crap when I first laid eyes on her. It’s coming up slowly but first I need to give the wallet a rest and my overworked credit card a massage and spa treatment. They need it and so do I. Man, another 11 days to pay day. Arrrgh!