This is me.
In meetings with clients/suppliers I lay out their business cards in the order they're sat at the table.
Then we all get up and have a walking tour around the facility, and I'm screwed until we get back to the board room.
But I'll never forget their face.
Absolutely zero.
I'm 57 and all my close friends don't live in NZ. That means I only really have work acquaintances, which aren't real friends (as nice as they are).
Sure there is the occasional beer here and there, but that's about it.
So I surround myself with my hobbies. I have a lathe, a milling machine, and a ton of tools. I make stuff, I fix stuff ( for me and other people).
I also have my bicycles, so when I'm not in my workshop I'm out on one of my mountain bikes (not electric! I like to pedal).
I like my own company.
But, jeez, it would be nice to have a close mate nearby.
I only have myself to blame for not trying harder, which leads me to the problem I have... My personal feeling is I fear others will see my trying to make friends as a sign of desperation. How can he get to 57 and not have friends? He must be creepy....
So I ride a bike. Then I wash it. Then have a beer.
LOL
I embrace the lack of news. In my opinion, boring news is a sign of a nice place to live.
Those people in Gaza, Vanuatu, etc. have interesting news.
I'm happy with my news.
Trust me on this... put it on the fridge in the garage.
I kept many of those "silly drawings", now they're 20 and 23, and I smile each time I look at them.
Each of my children bought me a bottle of whisky for father's day.
Now I'm waiting to see an aeroplane, because you can't drink booze in the daytime until you've seen a plane.
I can tell you, its a quiet day in the skies over where I live!
Using one of my free power days, so I'm going to powerwash everything. Driveway, soffits, walls, paving, deck, the works. Do all the washing and tumble dry whatever can't fit on the wash line. Do all the, cooking, and probably leave all the lights on for good measure.
Pity it's not a free water day.
I'm sulking because the thing I ordered online is only going to arrive on Monday (after the long weekend).
I cannot begin to explain how this makes me feel.
It should have been an overnight service, but somebody screwed up.
I may have to say a swear word.
Oh dear. How you're OK.