"Murphy's Law"
- noun
- the facetious proposition that if something can go wrong, it will.
So, in the past week I have had two examples of such phenomena. One is just plain upsetting, and the other has the potential to be heartbreaking. I'll let you decide which is which, but I suppose it's pretty obvious.
I definitely had it coming, and I was talking about it today with my boss who agreed. You see, it's when everything else is going fine- that's when Murphy's Law can be a real bitch. Take my situation for the last month or so... Uni and studies were cruisey. Even though I'm overloading my study and should be drowning in readings and assignments, I have mostly found myself floating on the surface. Go figure? Next, I was finally in the swing of balancing work and uni, something that takes me a little longer to get used to. But, in general everything seemed to be going fine. I was also on an amazing 2 month high of having saved much much faster than I had anticipated. I was imagining all the amazing things I could buy in Bali, all the things I could send back... even contemplating a trip to Java for a day or two to see Borobudur and Prambanan... and then, during one fateful drive along the Parade, Murphy hit me like a shovel in the face.
My car all but died right there on the spot. I begged and pleaded with it, and managed to coax it to Julia's where the RAA man told me it was a mystery to him what was even wrong with it. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet though when he told me he could organise a free tow. Sweet, maybe it wouldn't be such an ordeal after all. That was until the next working day (so a weekend of waiting around later), when I received a phone call to tell me that my usual mechanic couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with my car either. Uh oh.
Well, the next mechanic did find the problem, but that is basically where the good new finished. One part, transferred from Melbourne, and installed, is costing me about two-thirds of my savings. Damn you Murphy, and all your stupid laws!! Why did I have to feel so smug? Thankfully, I do believe I have solved the issue of saving, and I am lucky that I saved so much prior to this debacle, because it leaves me with enough time to save back up again. So that brings us to our next issue...
I guess it all started a couple of weeks ago. The Big Day Out line up was released, and to be honest I was a little disappointed. But once I realised that it was scheduled for Friday the 4th of February, rather than the late January date I had originally planned for, I wasn't all the upset after all. Who cares, right? I'd be in tropical paradise, with a cocktail in hand, swimming in my own infinite pool. Big Day Out comes around every year, and this was a line up I could handle missing... Or so I thought. It's still a long shot, but I'm a little worried with the possibility. The boyfriends band, Lyla, were short listed. The line up I could handle missing just became one of probably 3 reasons why I should not be loving life in Bali. If they get named... shit is going to get difficult. But, I'm not the only person this has affected. Two of my closest friends (including Stuecke of the infamous "Stuecke and Kando do Melbourne") had planned a trip to Europe at this time, and have had to change their flights not once, but twice, for this change in BDO date. So for their sake, I hope Lyla get named... and for Lyla's sake of course. :)
If you'd asked me last week how I was feeling about this whole thing, I would probably have given you a weak smile and said, "Yeah, I'm fine". But truth was, I was seriously fretting. But now that I can see it will all still go ahead the way it's meant to... well... this whole ordeal has just made me even more intent on going. I mean, I have had to go through a bit of crap to get where I am right now and once I'm in Bali (which is in 104 days by the way!) it will be all the sweeter.
