I'm always fascinated about the concept of good and bad luck. How one can so quickly turn to the other, and how you never quite know if something is good luck or bad luck until after the event.
So today, someone's elses bad luck has been good luck for us.
Some of you will have followed the progress - via Facebook - of hubby as he took a course in operating a fork lift. He has tickets for diggers and such like and has now added fork lifts to the list.
We had been given a "heads-up" that a temporary position for a fork lift driver was coming up at the local timber mill. The mill is a massive place and very hard to get into. With wages a clear cut above any where else locally, jobs there are as scarce as the proverbial hen's teeth.
So this morning hubby set off for an interview at the mill with his newly acquired fork lift ticket in his hot little hand.
And just got home an hour ago with a job contract clutched in the other hand.
This will make a big difference to us even though it is a temporary position. We don't know for how long - he is relieving for someone who has to undergo medical treatment.
And so whilst we wish the ailing fork lift driver all the best - we really really do - we're in no hurry for him to race back to work.
And if he feels inclined to take a lengthy world tour to facilitate his recovery - and goodness knows, if he has worked at the mill for any length of time he can afford to - we'll be the last to try and talk him out of it. In fact, we'll drive him to the airport of his choice!
Good luck, bad luck - who really knows. But this sure looks like good luck to me.
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