Happiness ISN'T .........

............... when you have to post the meeting room schedules on the doors of the conference rooms and you have to put on on the door of the glass "fishbowl" room while the owners are having a meeting and theres no way to do it without making them all look up at you for one awkward moment and THEN when you are a few paces away, you realize that you posted the WRONG schedule and you have to walk over there AGAIN and have them all look up at you awkwardly AGAIN.

............... when you take a walk and it aggravates your old hip injury (because of all the stretching and forcing your leg to turn out, I've realigned all the ligaments in my hip and the ball is sitting in a slightly different way in the socket), so that the ball of your hip rubs through all the cartilege and is just rubbing bone on bone in the socket and after years of this reoccuring you know that all you can really do is 'take advil and stay off it' and the limp you pick up, to 'stay off it' throws you lower back out.




But late last night there was a mysterious knock on my door and when I opened it, my apartment manager shoved a pair of brand new walkie talkies in my hand, said, "They'll need batteries" and was gone before I could even recover. And that's happiness right there.

Oh and 'Mookie sent me a version of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" sung by a Bulgarian girls choir. Life is full of surprises.