Perhaps the bird wasn’t actually a portent of my death but rather a portent of my wish for the death for someone else, like, let’s say, perhaps my boss…
So without getting into too much about where I work or what I do, I work in a building of substantial US historical significance which is located oversees and I am responsible for its maintenance. My new boss (of 6 months) is a freakazoid about appearances. “Neat and tidy” is her very annoying catch-phrase - uttered about 800 times a day in her extremely annoying Texan accent (not that I’m a Yankee or anything…). In one of our “public” rooms there was what essentially was an archaeological excavation of 125 years of paint. It was an incision into the trim that was stepped down to show every color the room had ever been painted during the history of the building. Today, I happened to walk through the room and discover that the excavation (which was a good inch deep) was pastered over and repainted. My head almost esploded. When I confronted her about it, she claimed that she didn’t recall me ever telling her what it was - despite her agreeing at the time that we should enclose it in a plexiglass box and perhaps put up a plaque when we had the money to do so (it’s a government building so we can’t just do things willy nilly without funding authorization). Then she asked if we couldn’t just “chip out the plaster and make it all better.” I told that sure we could with a trained archaeologist type person and around ten thousand euros.
I’ve never been so sickened in my life by someone so appearance oriented. I really almost vomited when I saw it and I’m still physically ill about the whole thing. Perhaps it wouldn’t have made me so insane if I hadn’t explained to her - in detail - what it was about three months ago.
So I’m pretty sure the bird was telling me to kill her…
I keed, I keed.
Kind of…
Sorry for hijacking my own thread. I have to go throw up now.