I kicked $10 into a Powerball syndicate with a bunch of colleagues to try and win Thursday's $30 million jackpot. We ended up with a few winning numbers which means we all get $20. Not bad eh? But what really sucks this big one is that our boss chose the all-important Powerball number. She chose 17, which is her daughters age. What I wish I didn't know is that she was tossing up between picking her daughters age or her son's age. Her son is 19. And what was the powerball? 19! Taking out $15 mill for the Perth dude who also chose the correct numbers, we would have collected $833,333 each! WAH!!! Coincidentally, the boss' last day was Thursday, she has now very conveniently moved to Melbourne and will escape our wrath!