These are the words that inspire hope and excitement every time I see them... swiftly followed by crushing disappointment when I log on to my National Lottery account and realise that the measly tenner I've won isn't going to be by ticket outta Dodge. Definite sadface.
I used to think it was quite fun to see the email and just have those few minutes of dreaming of my reaction when I realise it's the jackpot. Would I scream, run around the office and shout I QUIT MUTHA FUNSTERS! as I skip out the door, merrily aiming the Vs at my boss on the way out? Or would I keep a lid on the butterflies, slink out and call El Hub, whispering that 'I think we might have just won the lottery..'?
And then there's what you'd do with it. That's a whole other question... it all depends on how much you've won, of course. A mil probably wouldn't go that far once you've paid off your mortgage, bought a new car and given a token amount to family and friends etc. I'd imagine you'd have to go back to work at some point, unless you invested a large proportion of it and curbed the fun stuff. if you're talking Euromillions, then you have a lot more options. I'm talking butlers and superyachts here...
But no. All these thoughts rushing through your head, the build of anticipation as you calmly type in your log in details and then... that sinking feeling when you see £10.00. Really, £10? It's paid for the ticket and I have a few quid left over, but being the ingrate that I am, it just seems like a kick in the teeth... And, when you cut to it, the real reason I'm so grumpy about it is because it means that I have to keep coming into bloody work. Not just work, but this job. That's probably telling me something isn't it... But that's a whole other post. For now I'm going to dream about buying an island and having a grapes peeled for me by gold plated angels...
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