I woke up feeling very tired. The activity at the later end of yesterday had been too taxing. Then when I got home, I could not sleep very well although I was already very tired. Despite the tiredness, I was pretty determined to carry out what I had in mind. I wanted to get my damaged Jaz 1 GB storage disks changed and then go to the gym.
So I made the phonecall and got the new address where I can get the disks changed. But the phone number was wrong in the first place. I only realized that after trying the same number after some time had passed. So I found their web site on the internet and phoned them. I had no idea how far is the place but I thought that I could get there in no time.
I was wrong.
I found out that I was wrong after asking other people besides the staff at the MRT station. After quite a lot of asking, I walked to this bustop which is rather far. One of the people I asked almost spit out his drink upon seeing the address. Yes, that is how far the place was. So I got to this bustop and asked some more. I asked a bus driver then the senior citizen at the bustop. The old man was very wise at directions. He told me a bus no. that could get near the place. I got on the bus and asked the driver if the bus he was driving could get to the place. And his bus got me near the place.
I went to take a leak before continuing to the place. I still do not know where it was and I did more asking. The answer I got was unclear and different from what the bus driver told me. But I was certain from the info I had that I was near the place. So I did the next logical step- I took a taxi.
I was shocked for some time when I got to the place. The building was surrounded by large wooden boards except for this one door. I thought they were tearing the place down. But after even more asking, I finally got to the place. After some waiting, I got what I wanted. By now, all I wanted to do was go home. I asked some more and took a bus to a MRT station. I forgot to let the card reader read the EZ-card again. So I had to queue up to get a receipt for a refund. Then I saw that it was raining so I dragged my tired body home.
Did I mentioned the worst part of the day yet? Here comes the worst part- I got another letter from the unit informing me of my next In Camp Training. If it is for next year then at least it will be logical. But it happens this year and it may interfere with my Poly studies. But perhaps the most unhappy part is I have not even completed my first reservist In Camp Training. And now you go and tell me I have another. Two years of this kind of crap is enough. Now you go and lay so much of it on me in such a short time.
I got to make a trip to CMPB tomorrow and see how it goes. End of Entry.
