November 10th, 2006 at 11:41 pm
Murphy’s Law
Yesterday and today were crazy days in office. Even Mr Clear River was having a sudden short term memory. There were simply too many things to remember, to do, to follow up, etc. Both of us were working around the clock. As I was rushing to attend Tiff’s birthday dinner in Mid Valley, I was pretty glad that Mr Clear River had left early for the day for a meeting outside, so I could slipped from office as soon as the national anthem was being played.
At 5.20 pm, 10 minutes before going home, and after I sent an e-mail to my sister to remind her to be punctual, a senior general manager called me up to ask for things, which I didn’t have a clue. This manager is famous for giving vague instructions. You have the entire day to tell me what to do and you have to wait for the last 10 minutes when I was already literally packing my bags and counting the minutes away?
After a few frantic phone calls to my boss, to the MD’s secretary and everyone else suddenly seemed to be pulled into the situation, it was merely a misunderstanding. Great! 30 minutes wasted for no reason. I had to rush home to change my ugly uniform before I go to Mid Valley.
Just when I got home, I was glad that the bathroom was not occupied as I was indeed running out of time. My cousin sis just got out from the bathroom. Omigod! The stench was unbearable. It was like she has been suffering constipation for the entire week and decided to bomb Hiroshima. I held my breath and showered quickly and tried not to gasp too much air.
On the road, Murphy’s Law striked again. The fast lane was hogged by a stupid Wira obviously driving at 60kmph on a 80kmph speed lane. I overtook and glared at the lady driver. Women!!! She is so damn short that I think she would need to cushion herself to see the road. No offence, but if you cannot even see the road properly, you should just sell your car and buy a bus card. (This was what James said to me when I told him I was worried of getting lost, on my way to church last weekend).
Parking seemed to be a breeze. No issue there and I was late for only 10 minutes. Dinner was great – we had it at Amarin Heavenly Thai. Too bad they ran out of Mieng Kum. The staff were nice enough to assist us to bring out the cake and sang Tiff a birthday song.
Pic: The Red Curry Roasted Duck, insert from top: Tom Yum Goong, Garlic Calamari and the Combo meal @ Amarin Heavenly Thai
Dinner was hilarious. We talked about everything – and a tip for those who are trying to conceive, someone found doggy style would surely hit the Jack Pot.
On the way home, I had a sudden urge of going to the loo. Not wanting to do it in public toilets, I decided to go home as soon as I could… again.. .. I was at the mercy of Murphy’s Law. I was stuck in a “jam” in the Mid Valley car park for 20 minutes. To make it even worse, there was a moron driving a Perdana in front of me, who didn’t want to let my car pass even if I put the signal on, and yet, failed to pay his car park that he had to reverse his car. Stupid fuckers who don’t know how to read “Please pay before exit” ought to be put to sleep.