Shoot me right now. My day could not get any worse. And no Life..that is not an invitation to say “challenge accepted”. It’s just a figure of speech. Chill out.
So I start my bright Tuesday morning with a traffic ticket; for a crime I didn’t commit alone. Practically everyone was using the service road beside the service road. If they didn’t want the road used, ummm…I don’t know, PUT A SIGN.
The traffic police go and catch a mere 3 or 4 vehicles (as sacrificial lamb) and I happen to be one of them. I try to smile my way through it, but I’m just not configured to smile before 9am. That setting was clearly skipped from my design specifications.
I get the ticket, pay the fine and carry on with my bloody bright tuesday.
I enter the office. Nothing goes wrong right there and then so I assume my day can only get better, right?
I should just put it out there, until the publishing of this post, no food had passed through my oesophagus (Google is your friend)
So you must understand that a lot of my anger was a direct result of my hunger (I wonder why the supposedly wise old men didn’t put two and two together…oh wait, they did)
As part of my to do list on this bright bright Tuesday, I was to go to client’s premise, get some info and leave. Simple task really.
The transport logistics are the first to screw me over. (I’m not even mad about that)
When I arrive, my host, who is supposed to take care of me in this foreign workplace, leaves me to my own defences. He decides not to pick up his phone as I call for the umpteenth time. I realise that this might all be coincidental, considering the host doesn’t even know me, so that leaves very little chance of him having any vendetta against me, but tell that to my hungry angry brain.
It processes no logic at this point.
Eventually I get assistance (in what seemed like mini-eons later, but who’s counting?)
I’d planned to be here for an hour or two_tops.
It’s been four.
And yes I’m still hungry. And who knows, this might even be the calm before the storm.
I shudder at the thought.