What seems to be the problem?

This morning, I felt like slitting my throat. No pun intended. I was so annoyed that the most logical thing to do was cry and stop where I was standing, and hope that the world stops turning as well. It’s so damned irritating. First, I got up really early. Since its Monday, I believe every single one of us is expected to report in time for work. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides over the past few months I have been unlearning my style in the government where I used to dictate my own schedule. There you go. But the thing is – I had to travel five hours from the province to Manila just so I won’t have a “late” on my DTR. Now what will you do if the bus driver happens to be a class A, over the top, superkaduper heckler??? He is so pestering. Because you know why? He speaks so loud. No, he shouts all the time. At one point, I overhear him mock some passengers: tatanga tanga, palibhasa mga bagong salta. And then off he laughed like he’s the only one inside the bus. Didn’t he ever realize that if he thinks he is that good, then why the hell is he driving a lowly BUS? (Not just a poor one, but the most hated of the buses in our province. I just don’t have a choice. That’s why) Why not drive his own car. Of all people, I hate it when I had to bear with monsters.

Anyways, when I’m about to reach Manila, I was hoping that Jun told me the exact location where I can get easily to my destination. (Cant totally blame my husband either, because I am just so hopeless when it comes to directions. I am a walking disaster at that.) Imagine, I alighted to a place only to be told that I w as way too far from the LRT where I must take. You can actually visualize the blood rising through my brain and the burden I had was not just on a mental level. My goodness, I’ve suffering from excessive dry coughing for weeks. And look, I was carrying two huge bags plus an umbrella (the long one.). Whoa. This is something, I told myself. Something to be suicidal about. While coughing madly, I was suppressing my tears from flowing. Until finally I managed to hail a taxi, I thought I reversed my jinx. Hell, no – it was meant to give me a hard time. This went on. And I hate it. I was lost on the way to work, wasted my precious time, got tired. Now, I can only recall what a bad morning it was. I was late by 17 minutes. But its done. So thank God. I’m alive!