misfortune cookie

It is my destiny in this life to always get the fortune cookie with the shittiest fortune in it.  It always happens to me!  In more recent years, I insist that everyone pick their cookie first so I can take the one that nobody picked.  Even when I have no responsibility for my fortune, I still always get the shittiest one!  Well F me every time I open a fortune cookie.  WHY DO I KEEP DOING IT?  I should Just Say No and pass.   They aren’t even that tasty.  I don’t need them, but I can’t seem to resist.  I want a stupid slip of paper to tell me something good is going to happen.  Is that too much to ask?



I’m plenty familiar with failure lately...more familiar than I want to be.  I've had enough failure to last me a lifetime.  If success would just show itself, I promise to grovel and kiss its feet or ass or anything else it wants kissed. 

Last night, Sarah and a fellow musician performed close to our home (about a 20 minute drive from where we live) in a coffee shop.  Sarah is going to be doing more gigs with this man, but this was the first time they performed together and I wanted to hear them.  I drove down, got a good seat, started to listen to their first song, and my chairman texted me.  We had texted all day and the last I’d heard, the board was going to render a decision about my change request before close of business yesterday. 

Then this ...

I had to leave the show, drive home, open the application I’d submitted weeks before, look up the page number, and send him an email that was basically exactly everything on pages 40 and 41 of the application.  For real?  It wasn’t enough for me to say, “Look on the last page”.  No, they had to know the page number of the last page.  And guess what?  They didn’t decide until today. 

Only guess what, their decision is that they still say they don’t know what I’m asking for.  UNBELIEVABLE!  They said for me to resubmit the documents.  WHY?  My chairman said to just leave what I have and add on to restate it all again.  For God’s sake, the thing is already extremely repetitive and 41 pages long.  I’ve stated the changes forwards, backwards, and sideways.  I wish I could just sit in front of them and let them ask me as many questions as they want.  Maybe the real problem is that my chair doesn’t read my stuff and can’t answer their questions.    

Anyway, I’m not going to even get worked up over it again.  There’s no point.  It’s Saturday night and the bourbon bottle is open.  No point spoiling a good evening with all this bullshit I have no control over. 

So last night, I did the damned email and raced back down to the show.  Sarah and her friend made some lovely music together.  At one point, Sarah invited Erin to come up and sing a song with her.  I was shocked – Erin did it.  What a treat for me to have both my girls singing together – and of course I had to snap a photo of that!  I might never see it again.    

Erin makes her debut