Bad day, yesterday
Murphy's Law states that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
I had some rotten luck yesterday. A mad thunderstorm, which left me totally drenched. A car that wouldn't start, because the battery died. A disappointed girlfriend, because I couldn't fetch her.
Thankfully, today has been good, thus far. I missed a mobile blogging moment with AAM earlier this morning, but that's minor compared to the roller coaster ride yesterday.
Here are some things that I re-learned over the last 24 hours:
I had some rotten luck yesterday. A mad thunderstorm, which left me totally drenched. A car that wouldn't start, because the battery died. A disappointed girlfriend, because I couldn't fetch her.
Thankfully, today has been good, thus far. I missed a mobile blogging moment with AAM earlier this morning, but that's minor compared to the roller coaster ride yesterday.
Here are some things that I re-learned over the last 24 hours:
- March & April are rainy months in Kuala Lumpur. If you park outdoors, always carry an umbrella, even if it makes you look geeky.
- The price of an AAM maintenance-free battery has skyrocketed from RM175 (July 2006) to RM238 (April 2008). That's a 36% jump. I was told that this price point applies to other brands too.
- The average life span of a car battery is 1.5 years. Mine just passed that mark (1 year & 9 months).
- How to tell when your battery is about to go kaput: with the cheap Malaysian / Japanese cars, it supposedly gives some "soft" signs at least 1-week prior. e.g. it stutters, or just feels different. Your best bet is to drive it to your local mechanic and have it changed immediately.
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posted by Praveen at
11:57 AM
7 Comments:
Aw man, sorry to hear that. I hate those days! I just feel completely spent by the end of one of those episodes. Hope it works out better for the rest of the week.
@ranga: gee, thanks sweet boy!
Poor thing.. no wonder the short fuse while replying my comment in your previous post ;) So unlike you!
On another note, hope the week gets better.. (it can only, right?). Weekend's coming soon, anyway.
@tsulin: babe, I'm sorry if it came across that way. Not intended, in all honesty!
Okay, maybe this will make you feel better:
I, Ranga, double-diploma holder in Marketing & Advertising, Bachelor of Communication from New Zealand's prestigious Auckland University of Technology, 6-year experience in a multinational ad agency handling multinational brands, am now reduced to working shoulder to shoulder at a printing factory with uneducated slobs and uniformed general workers. UNIFORMED, folks. The same category as McDonalds' highly-skilled floor cleaning staff.
I just had to go unload a ton of boxes at the factory floor (read: dusty, noisy and it's raining), stand in the drizzle while talking to the driver.
Another lorry waiting beside me figures that THIS precise time in the time-space continuum would be THE PERFECT time to tip the lorry's tarpaulin cover. The lorry's rain-laden tarpaulin cover. Yes, my dear readers. Yes.
This completely drenches me in a waterfall of rain water. For a good 3 seconds. I wish I was kidding you in my vain attempt to make Rajan feel better and you laugh. And a wish it remains. My clothes, shoes and socks are soaked and I have to not only continue unloading the items from the lorry but then go back to my office, which has decided that sufficient air-conditioning an extravagance in its annual budget.
I am now sitting down at my desk, typing this shit out while I'm covered in fucking filthy rain water and ass sweat. Now, unless you're in a swimming pool with bikini-clad supermodels asking you to train them in the exquisite art of underwater fellatio, let me be the first to explain in lay-man terms how it feels to be wet AND sweating WHILE in the office.
IT. FUCKING. SUCKS.
Michael Jackson does not sweat this much in a boys-only kindergarten.
Now, let me assure you, dear readers I'm not angry, or annoyed, or even remotely upset. I'm spent. Completely and utterly spent. Absolutely emotion-less since nothing can come close to describing my feelings right now.
I will, however, leave you with these parting words of gold before I go stab a kitten in the eye with the broken neck of a beer bottle:
Fuck you, Murphy. Fuck you very much.
Praveen : Phew... cos I actually took back my next line in that post (it would have probably tip you off your scale!). It was a good idea to have retracted it too!
Ranga : Pooh! Poor you.
@Ranga: Ass sweat??? EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! You poor thing.
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