Undone by a thief or thieves or something…

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It hurts when several weeks of hard work come to nothing. With deadlines to meet, my friend and I worked as hard as we could to finish up our project in time. By the way, this was last month. I won’t speak of the project in detail here, it wouldn’t interest anyone I reckon. I will just say; it meant a lot to us and we were overjoyed to have reached the deadline with everything completed.

Work done, brilliantly done in fact and everyone is happy, so what’s next? We set up a meeting to discuss when and how we were to present the results of the project to the world. On the day of the meeting I got a call from my friend right about the very time we were scheduled to meet at his place. He asked me to go to his place ‘ASAP’. His voice sounded different, as in excited but I didn’t read much into that, I just put it down to the excitement surrounding our project. So anyway, I excitedly rushed to his place, hoping for a speculative sort of chat about all the things we could do now that the project had been completed. Ah me, little did I know I would end up spending the night speculating about something else. When I reached my friends house, I found him in a state of agitation, walking about the living room back and forth and occasionally beating his forehead with his right hand. The all thing was mighty curious so I asked; “what the heck dude. Anything gone south”. He answered – beating his forehead harder now- “probably, who knows where it is now”. For a second I thought he was trying to be funny but had made a poor job of it… but then his face did not suggest a dude speaking in jest, I kind of got worried. He kept up his act and I stood silently watching the proceedings. Then I begun to consider the possibly of him having gone mad, I mean he was behaving so weird. Well luckily he had not gone mad, here is what the ‘deal’ really was, as he put it;

I got a call from –blank–, he said he wanted my girlfriend and I to join him for dinner – he was going to pay. Now you know a dude cannot refuse such a lovely offer as that, so I secured my house and left. Okay, I thought I had secured my house, and then I left. Fast forward two hours and I am back at the house only to find out that I had not exactly secured it or someone had somehow managed to work around the security… and by that I mean the locks, because I had locked the place. You have seen me behave weirdly just now, this comes from the weirdness of the situation as I found it when I returned.

I left three laptops in my house, one of which contained every single thing that has to do with our project. Well, when I came back I found out one of the laptops had been stolen and guess which one it was? From your angry face I can tell you have guessed the right one, which is the laptop containing our project. It was neither the best/ most expensive of the three, nor the most accessible but somehow it got stolen and this just before we could present our project to the world.

Upon hearing this I felt… but never mind, I can’t really explain how I felt, I mean it was just heartbreaking, really heartbreaking. Wait, I think on top of everything my friend and I felt stupid for not having back up of the project anywhere else and this saved us an important lesson, ALWAYS HAVE SOME BACKUP.

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About promises

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I vowed a long time ago never to promise anyone anything again.  I discovered that it’s better to just do something if you are going to but its poor judgement to make promises beforehand because you never know how things turn out. I have faithfully kept to this vow for the most part but I fall back into my old habits of promising this and that once in a while because like I mentioned before; you never know how things turn out and vows are nothing more than promises. Seriously, a dude cannot do anything better than to go about his business the best way he can and hope that providence favours him along his path. I vowed not to make promises to anyone but myself but recent events have shown me that I should extend that to myself and anything on the planet earth that could be a recipient of a promise. Indeed I am officially dropping the foolishness of making promises to myself and pretending that my fate is 100% in my hands. I still believe our input counts for much on how our life turns but some things we cannot just help.

So there… no promises, in any case whatsoever. Well… let’s not be too strict, if a girl were to ask me to promise her something in order to be with me, I would gladly do it. Yes, I would even throw in some bonus promises. This just came to mind because there are times when girls ask dudes to make one promise or another…hmm like promise “never to cheat on me” and a dude has to do it or she might “leave”. That’s what my friend says; I have never had a girl to promise anything to but if I had one and she required a promise of me, I wouldn’t give her one, I would shower her with millions of them. All sorts of promises. I would even go as far as saying “I would sooner die than cheat on you”

But now to how I got to this subject of promises if the reader is wondering. Well, I am on this subject because my work for this week just got derailed. Looking forward from last week, I saw this week as a very busy week in which I would have to give my whole to my work if I hoped to emerge out of it with any shade of merit. I promised myself to “work my heart out”  “storm through my work” “complete as many tasks that I can” and “spend all my time doing my work” But how did things turn out? Why, I didn’t even get a chance to get started. Immediately I entered this week I acquired myself a sore through, headache and aching bones all in one bargain. I have spent the last 48 hours bedridden half of the time and the other half cursing my luck while I swallow large pills of medicine or sitting in pain watching time go by. I am still sick as I write this so I am a good bet for finishing the week without accomplishing much. I had plans and I made promises but I did not calculate for the sickness.

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