Marius: En indøk'ers utsikt fra verden

Når VG-Nett skriver at mange kommuneansatte i Kvinesdal får påsken ødelagt fordi lønna først kommer etter påske kjenner jeg at jeg blir oppgitt.
Det må da være mulig å ha en økonomisk buffer et sted som gjør at man unngår slike ting.
Det finnes flere gode muligheter som ikke krever noe særlig mer enn litt planlegging:

Om det er en ting som er sikkert, så er det at ting ikke går slik de skal. En omskrvning av Murphys lov går omtrent som følger: “Det som kan gå galt vil gå galt, på det værst tenkelige tidspunkt”. Hvorfor ikke være forberedt?

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

It seems there’s this magician working one of the luxury cruise ships for a few years. He doesn’t have to change his routines much as the audiences change over fairly often, and he’s got a good life. The only problem is the ship’s parrot, who perches in the hall and watches him night after night, year after year. Finally, the parrot figures out how almost every trick works and starts giving it away for the audience. For example, when the magician makes a bouquet of flowers disappear, the parrot squawks “Behind his back! Behind his back!” Well, the magician is really annoyed at this, but there’s not much he can do about it as the parrot is a ship’s mascot and very popular with the passengers.

One night, the ship strikes some floating debris, and sinks without a trace. Almost everyone aboard was lost, except for the magician and the parrot. For three days and nights they just drift, with the magician clinging to one end of a piece of driftwood and the parrot perched on the other end. As the sun rises on the morning of the fourth day, the parrot walks over to the magician’s end of the log. With obvious disgust in his voice, he snaps “OK, you win, I give up. Where did you hide the ship?”