It's probably me

If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger's coat
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When your belly's empty
And the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who could it be?'
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there's only one voice that comes to your defence
And the jury's out
And your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me

Things I love about this job

A while ago, walking back after lunchbreak, I passed three soldiers from three different countries, talking in very bad German but discussing enthusiastically some technical problem.
As it was raining yesterday, there was a group of soldiers receiving a training first aid in one of the hallways instead of outside. Everybody who needed to go through there made a detour so they could stay.
Today after the roll call, I passed our Catholic minister, a monk of the Franciscan order, sharing snuff with the British and the French liaison officers.
On my desk there lies an invitation to a ball.
Next week, I am supposed to do an introductory moderation for the news report on our swimming contest and beach party. This is going to be filmed in our pool. Today, our cameraman suggested I wear a strapless bathing suit so he can make it look as if I was naked - to make more people use the swimming pool. *ROFL* What a silly bunch we are.
(And to further illustrate that point: I helped set up the camera today and Lieutenant Colonel asked me whether I had changed jobs. I said no, I do everything. Passed one of the sergeants from our department who was standing there in a group of soldiers I didn't know and had heard what I said. He said "Yeah, you'll do anything for money." So I answered "No, some things I'll do without pay" in a whisper. He's the guy who usually calls me "Mistress", so that was perfect.)
Good times.

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( full wizard! )

Ouch

I just took four and a half hours to drive 360 kilometres. Usually, I manage in 3 and a half.
But there were loads of traffic jams. (It all started with an accident with something like 6 or 7 cars involved. On a totally straight bit of road, in good condition. What the heck were these guys doing???)
And I had to get gas.
The first gas station I passed and thought about using charged 1.39 for the litre (Super - 95 octane). So I decided to hope for a cheaper one a few exits further up the road. And indeed, they were cent cheaper.
Only they didn't accept anything but cash, as there was something wrong with their computer and it only worked occasionally. So I ahd to use the ATM there. It didn't say how much it charged, only that it did, but I expect at least 5 Euros for the 50 Euros I got. (The bank who put the ATM there even charges their own customers if they withdraw money with a credit card or debit card, they issue special bank cards that are free.)
When I came back to the cashier, there was a long line and it took ages. Then a guy apaid by debit card and it worked. So the guy right in front of me wanted to pay with his credit card.
Not only did it not work, but the computer crashed, so they couldn't even open the register to take cash.
Lovely, just lovely.

And just for good measure, I've had a terrible headache for the last 2 hours or so.

On a sidenote: It seems the rumour's going round again that Robbie Williams is gay. Excuse me? Personally, I believe he fucks everything he feels like. But what does it matter, you're not supposed to marry him, you're supposed to buy his CDs.
And a message to all radio stations around here. If I want to hear this sort of stupid discussion and ads, I am going to watch MTV. Thanks.