Did you ever get the feeling that you went into the wrong line of work? Today, I watched a furnace service individual check my filter, loosen 4 bolts to tip out the fan, apply a small amount of oil to the motor of said fan, clean the water panel and visually inspect my furnace chimney. This took him (including the time to look for his misplaced nut driver) about half an hour. For his troubles, $85. Now I'm sure he doesn't get all of that, but even a third is more than I make and I went to college. *shrug* Oh well. It could be a lot worse. I could have to put up with people like me watching over my shoulder while I worked on a furnace and asking silly questions like how the humidistat works.

In other news, I had demonstrated to me today that there are, indeed, no such things as coincidences. This was demonstrated by a ripped pair of T'ai Chi pants. By the simple "misfortune" of ripping said pants while executing Snake Creeps Down, I was able to help someone who desperately needed some history for 20th century Taekwondo by happening to be in the YMCA lobby when he needed it. Had I remained in class, I never would have met or helped him. This same pair of ripped pants also caused me to be early arriving home to meet said service person (above). He arrived 10 minutes early. This same pair of pants also allowed me to run a load of dishes thus earning kudos from my spouse. This same pair of pants will also legitimize the acquisition of a new uniform. This same pair of pants will also allow me to gift the very usable top to a dear friend who is, shall we say, mismatched between pants and top. So, as you can see, there is no such thing as a coincidence, demonstrated by a pair of pants.