Life is so weird sometimes.
Infact, life is weird at all times. In a way one can say that it appears quite pointless how one has a tendency to constantly keep waiting for things to happen, and planning every little detail, because we never know what is going to happen.
Nothing of tremendous significance has taken place in my life that is causing me to be so philosophical (unfortunately). But today my bosses summoned the staff, and told us that at 4 o'clock that afternoon, they would be selling the company. And who would they be selling it to? To one of the wealthiest men in the country (who owns practically everything, including 66°c North). So our personal, beloved 'family company' that was to celebrate its 65th birthday this month, is to become part of a huge company, owned by a millionaire who is in possession of shops and companies worldwide. My boss and his wife (both people I adore) have, as of today, left the business.
I'm ashamed to say it but I feel far less joy in doing my job now. I don't take any pleasure in making a millionaire 'just a little more rich'. But I guess I should just be grateful that I still have a nice job where I get to meet people from all over the world every day.