I am incredibly unlucky. I don’t feel unlucky, I feel the opposite actually. I’m very optimistic on the whole. But after feeling for a little while that this level of haphazardness cannot be normal and even making huge contingency plans, my friends have even starting remarking on it because it’s always so random that happens.
Examples include;
- all my maternity appointments over 3 high risk pregnancies being cancelled or never booked and no bugger telling me. I didn’t even have booking appointments or 12 week scans or blood tests booked, I had to call them every week to remind them of what I should have booked. This was over two different hospitals
- I order something broken on average twice a month
- amazon deliveries rarely come and I have to argue every time about where it is
- orders forgotten in Starbucks/Costa/Argos/McDonalds practically every time. I have to keep my receipt in my hand because I’m always the chump standing there when everyone else has gone “sorry my love, are you waiting for something?”
- At work there’d always be some huge misfortune that was not my fault but because it was always me, it was seen to be me. Ie projector always blowing up for my meetings, power cuts, I actually got stuck in a lift with our committee chairman for 40 mins during a huge meeting which couldn’t go ahead till we were rescued. Once, applicants to our committee were let in by reception (this is so against protocol, I can’t believe it happened) and left to wander freely about the building without contacting me, so I had to search the building for them and eventually found them sitting in a room in the basement. I was told off for not looking after guests.
- letters that are like “oh hey, you have haven’t paid your tv license/parking fine for a car you don’t own/bill for a house you don’t live in” so now you have to appear in court on xx day. With the car ticket one I even had to contact the mayor of Westminster because the council refused to accept I didn’t own the car, even with 3 letters from the DVLA!
- my bank card is broken again. I’ve had 6 this year, they just stop working.
- the woman whose house we were buying (that fell through, as did 2 others) managed to get my address from the agent and would come round randomly and wake up my baby before I had to threaten to call the police
- as a kid I had 8 bikes stolen from various places around town. They would even leave all my cousins bikes behind and just take mine while we were in the shop or from a friends garden
- I once found a cats tooth in my packed lunch
I wouldn’t have said I believe in luck, but I am starting to feel unlucky!