Well this just sucks monkey balls. I started today thinking this was going to be a good day, it's a Friday, end of the week I usually finish the day on a good note with the weekend to look forward to. Sometime between 9 and noon (yes I'm being very particular here) I saw one of the newspaper headline saying something about some big gubernatorial campaign rally planned for today.
During my lunch period as I was walking to buy lunch (KFC naturaly) and to buy a new battery for my mobile phone (which had been dead for the last 3 days) I saw a convoy of busses, cars and bikes carrying the campaigners which is NEVER a good sign in this god forsaken city, at this point I knew that I was never going to get home on time.
The irony behind the campaign (which is expected in any political campaign) was it caused exactly the opposite of what the candidate "vowed" to reduce, traffic jams, hours and hours of traffic jam. Starting from noon until well after 18:00 (that's 6 pm in laymen's term). Knowing this in advance I decided to go to my favorite cafe in the mall just across my office after office hours to spend some time reading only to find out that it was closed, bugger me.
Since new batteries needed to be recharged before I can use it I couldn't call home to say I was going to be late, I also ran out of coins to call from a pay phone so I decided to catch a movie only to reminded that movie ticket prices are double that of the weekday prices.
Eventually I managed to get a cab probably after 7, I'm not sure since my mobile phone's dead, my iPod ran out of juice and so did my iBook so I can't tell what time it was nor did I look at the big round clock in the mall I was in, I also stopped wearing wristwatches years ago since I had a mobile phone.
Ok so it may not sound as bad as what others may have been through but I wasn't happy with my day today but as with all bad things there's usually a silver lining, mine was some chocolate souvenir gift from a very lovely (and very smart) lady, emphasis on the chocolate, that and a big fat Whooper.
Note: that was the first time ever I've met a person who stumbled across this blog by some mere chance.
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