[hwuhts luhv got too with it ]: It’s really an anti-love song, and Turner hated it. She balked at recording it, but had the good sense to defer to her manager, Roger Davies, who was engineering her comeback and was sure the song would be a hit. Davis got the song from his friends, the songwriters Terry Britten and Graham Lyle (who was in the duo Gallagher and Lyle), and it was Britten who produced the track.
The House That God Has Forgotten Part 29: Where is the love?
It’s raining and it is cold outside as I look outside the window. I do not want to go out. I sit in here with my jacket zipped up and I look out the window. I am way too tired, and well… just too cold.
I still have not recovered from the company party even though I did not drink a drop of alcohol. I did however get stopped by the police on the way home.
Picture this: I was going to drop of a colleague to Upplands Väsby, but I start driving on auto pilot to Vallentuna. I miss two exits and drive in the wrong direction (south) on E4. Then the police stop me. I did not have my lights on.
“Please blow in here” he says to me.
“Ok. You are sober.”
Luckily I slipped a ticket. (I think it was because of my long story about how I got lost).
At least it explains why the guy in the tunnel earlier that day was flashing me with his lights. I never did understand why he did that.
So that was one of my adventures that day. That and waiting two hours to get my makeup done that was not so fun. That is a whole other story.
So back to the rain.
I used to dream of the rain as a child. I would sit on the porch in the warm climate and feel the warm rain on my arms and dream that some boy would be romantic and we would have a picnic on that porch.
Look now where I ended up. Gay, and in northern Europe. Where it is ice cold and I no longer dream of boys. (I don’t think I dreamed of boys because I wanted too. I think in the south it was expected of me to do so.)
Anyway I look around me and I do see love at The House That God Has Forgotten. Love between colleagues. Not always that romantic love, but that love one feels as they go through something together, that survival love.
You all know that survival love. You walking down the corridor and having the same inside jokes. The fighting over who took the last of the milk. (That is always a fight).
The fighting about who is going up to promenade that day. No one wants to go, but that one guy or girl always takes that place on the schedule planning to help out the team.
How we deal out breakfast. How that one person has to stand there and listen to the life story of every single inmate.
We have the gangs that share the love. The ones that struggle to have lunch together everyday. The gang that sits in the upper left corner that you do not dare to sit at.
The gang of bosses that sit in the middle and you know, or never would want to sit there and eat lunch with them. What happened to when they ate in the break room and hung out with their workers, got to know them better and instead now have become something we do not even care to have around?
It is about the love that is shared by the people that stay in the break room and choose to be loyal to their own kind. They ride up the elevator at 07.45 and you do not see them again (except waiting impatiently by elevators and doors) until kl. 18.00.
The love is about the waves and the nicknames we have for each other. The bacons and the Lotta’s that I have here when I see them in the halls or the locker rooms.
The sitting in the reception desk and people stop to smile and wave at you while they walk out to go to lunch or go home.
It makes me smile. It makes me feel like I am bigger that something than my own little world.
We live together, we fight together.
We are some twisted dysfunctional family.
And then of course we have the people that build families here.
The thought hit me as I walked by the locker room and went past a guy who is engaged to someone that works here…
“How do you find the one here of all places?”
What are the odds that when you start a job at this place you are going to meet your soul mate?
I remember watching 2 of those couples grow in front of my very own eyes. The first and the second were with people they worked on the same floor with. Come to think of it, it was the same with the guy that I walked by this morning.
It all starts when that colleague love develops into something else. The feeling that you silently pray that you will be working on the same side of the floor together, not so you can check them out, but because you need to be need them.
You need to laugh with them.
You need to have your own inside jokes.
And usually when this happens you never have any idea what you have gotten yourself into because you are already in a relationship with someone else.
I remember one guy as he sat there at promenade and told us all about this romantic proposal he gave his then fiancée. It was on a bridge, or dock or beach or something next to water. He pulled the ring out, got on one knee and yes, she said yes. (This guy is a hopeless romantic by the way, and if you are by some chance reading this… yes this is about you).
He however could not stay away from this woman at work. His fiancée was expecting their child together. He did all he could to get away from this girl. Even change jobs. He lasted at that new job no more than three days and had come back, he could not stay away.
Now they live in a house together with 2 children (he now has 3).
Sometimes magic does happen at The House That God Has Forgotten,
The second couple I also saw happens right before my eyes. The laughing together. The inside jokes. I remember once saying to them both wile sitting at besök…
“You too like each other!”
They denied it of course. She said “We are just friends”, but sometimes you know even more than they do.
All of the sudden he was single again, and I would catch her taking the bus to the opposite side of the city.
Now they are married. And very happy.
They are even the power couple of The House That God Has Forgotten. Annoying doing everything right and exceeding at their jobs.
No I love them. They are fantastic people.
How can I not? She told me on Friday after a glass (or two) of wine that *I* was the world’s greatest…
I even made sure to ask if it was more than her husband.
I am that wonderful.
So there is some love here at The House That God Has Forgotten, you just have to keep your eyes open to it.
Besides, love has to do with a lot of things we do here. Without it, we would never make it through the day.