27 and no PhD *sob*

What is it with the culture of lawsuit nowadays that’s completely out of control? There are just people who try to make the most incredulous claims ever, and frankly, had I been the judge, cases like this would be tossed out of the window in no time.

Here’s one of the cases recently brought to court, according to BBC.

An accountant is suing Marks & Spencer for more than £300,000 after claiming he injured himself during a shopping trip by slipping on a grape.

Alexander Martin-Sklan, 55, from Golders Green, north London, tore the tendon in his right leg in the car park of his local branch in June 2004.

He said a piece of fruit found on his shoe after the fall could have been picked up inside the store or car park.

The retail giant is contesting the High Court claim.

Mr Martin-Sklan, who is representing himself, is claiming for lost earnings on top of his general damages, because “loss of confidence” and depression following his injury led to him being unable to recruit new clients and contacts for his business.

He also said the physical effects stopped him from skiing and playing football or tennis.

The hearing is set to last two days.

Were I someone from M&S, I would have told them I’d like to counter-sue him for stealing the grape from our premises, with intention to defraud the system by then launching himself in the air as a slip-and-fall case.

/*Sarcasm starts*/

Maybe it’s time for me to put disclaimer here too that, for anything that you read here, I bear no responsibilities should you choke on your drink when you laugh at the video previously posted, nor would I take on any responsibilities if any of my tips don’t help you in the course of your study and thesis writing. In fact, I am an invisible fairy so nothing I write here can’t be linked back directly to me. Read at your own peril.

/*Sarcasm ends*/

Ah what has the world come to… sigh…

I have never been one who wish to be someone else. I like my life and I don’t want to be someone else more famous, or richer, or anything at all. But what happened when someone else seems to have the life that you’ve been working for and trying to make for yourself, just that she got there first and it’s all fabulous for her right now?

To add insult to injury, she also happens to be younger and attractive.

In another lifetime, had we met, we could have been good friends. She works for a NGO that I’ve always wanted to join, living in a city that I had been prepared to move to had I not had my thesis obligation (but now the plan is being killed for now). We have much in common, down to the type of music we like. And apparently our type of man too, seeing she had nabbed my ex.

I really have no wish to be reminded of her right now, but darn my subconscious, she even invaded my dream to make my life further miserable. A true case of “Wednesday child is full of woe”? Yes, I am a Wednesday child.

Maybe this is a good time for me to consider some alternative forgetting techniques, like hypnosis or something. I want to move on but I couldn’t because she kept on bugging me at a subconscious level. And I’m on the way to become a bitter bitter person that even I don’t like.

Someone, please help me…

It has been raining all night and no sign of stopping this morning when I left to come in to the lab. Urggh… I’m never fond of such wintry weather. I can deal with cold but not wet and cold.

Coming to a junction, the light was green for pedestrian and so I stepped out to cross the road, just to have to jump back immediately because a truck driver decided to run the light. And stopped just after the light, as if realising he has just broke a law. Still he did nothing but just drove off again.

Meanwhile, I stood in a puddle of water. My shoes and socks soaked, and my jeans must be like, 6 inches from the hem all drenched. Double urgggh.

Luckily V in the lab has a spare pair of pants that I can borrow to change into while I dried my jeans using the hand dryer in the ladies. My socks too. I also borrowed her sandals while my shoes are (as in, still are right now) stuffed and wrapped with newspaper in attempt to dry them as much as I could.

Miserable, this is. Some half an hour wasted in the ladies.

I need some chocolate and hot drinks…