Rant number 256
It is a universal truth, that stuff is always easy to find when you don't need it. It really is.
My tool box for instance, was knocking around by my side of the sofa for months. I knew where it was, but I didn't really need it.
As soon as I think to myself however, that I need to put a nail in the wall - to fit a telephone upon it: the bloody tool box evaporates. How blood irritating is that!
Either my wife or myself has tidied it away somewhere nice and safe: so safe that we can't find the bloody thing. Low and behold though, as soon as I bite the bullet and buy another, it will materialise itself back into a cupboard - where I'm looking for something else I can't bloody find.
It must be something to doing with converting short term memories into long term memories - I reckon that some kind of brain gremlin sometimes throws a spanner in the works somewhere along the lines, causing no end of bloody problems.
I should probably do one of them Derren Brown mind map things, but I would probably forget something even more useful than where I've put my toolbox.
It's the same as work, finding stuff. It's not that I don't know where stuff is - as I have a reasonable system of boxes to keep things together. I do however have a rather large tub in which all my small parts are. I look in there to get one particular small part and it hides behind all the other parts!
I'm sure it's something to doing with yet more evil little gremlins. Little sods!
If you spot any of those, give them a kick for me.
Rant over.
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