Yesterday I published a snippet of a post about people ringing in sick. The reason?
One of my drivers had rung in sick the day before, or rather his girlfriend had done it for him.
Julesonline published this post about coincidence.
I came into work, did some things, read my regular blogs, one of which is Julesonline's. By 8.00 AM I received a phone call from another driver to say that he was sick as well. So I was faced with a small bit of crisis management. We're a small Company with six drivers employed so you can imagine that the effect of two being absent can be significant. The planning was done, all looked under control, then I got another call. From the wife of another driver!
Jay, the Baldrick type hero came into his own and did one driver's run as well as many other pick ups. The other driver, distinctly lacking in skill but full of enthusiasm, was me.
Like Julesonline I don't believe in fate or destiny. Unlike her I haven't got the faintest idea about Jungian Synchronicity. It sounds like an expensive watch to me.
So yesterday afternoon I could have been spotted whizzing around the streets of West London collecting stuff, thinking about coincidences, ringing in sick and divine retribution.
And Alanis Morissette.
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