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If there's one person who wants August to end quickly, that'll be me.

(My apologies, dearest She. It IS, after all, your birth month....but let's just say that is one good day out of the 31 that was unkind to me.)

The fact that it IS August, and storms are synonymous with this month is something I'd let slip. After all, I'm not too stupid to contend with Nature.

Four times I got marked Late coming in to work. Four is not such a huge number. However, add the other four I had last July and you get a whopping EIGHT. Fine, then. Part of the reason I was late those times are partly my fault, the weather's fault, the motorists' fault...Bottomline: I take part of the blame.

Imagine my chagrin when I found out that we were given  5 minutes allowance. Like, if you got in at 8:05, that would still count as 8:00. Holy mother --- Out of those 8 times I was late, 5 were well within the 8:00 to 8:05 range. It turns out I wasn't the only one who did NOT know about such a thing.

I was never one to cry UNFAIR but damn if I don't feel cheated. Cause I am, big-time. Just thinking of these past few days  with me fidgeting nervously if this was the day I'd get a memo for my punctuality problems.

That's the thing, even. Punctuality was never a problem when it came to me. In the past, I was 95% on time or early in my appointments. Until I learned my lesson. (You tend to, especially when you decide to be a few minutes later only to find out that you're still the earliest and you STILL have to wait...) But when it comes to serious stuff (stuff that earns you memos and reprimands), I know how to keep time.

Then there's that thing with the postal system. I was on the verge of going postal over the lack of system in our postal system. What usually takes a couple of weeks took almost a month to get to me. I was courting notoriety with my daily jaunt to the post office downstairs to check if  I had anything. Everyday, the answer would be NONE, and I end up getting the mail of everyone at the office and handing them over. I was thinking I should've earned good karma simply by doing that.

At least, I am still thankful my parcel arrived, and in good condition. Although I would've preferred it to arrive earlier so I could've handed She's pressie on the day that mattered. Ah. Better late than never.

Then there's my dental 'appointment'. The dentist, when we were leaving, was like "Come again!" I couldn't help myself. I gave her a dirty look. She laughed, clarifying that I should come back for my routine dental checks, and not for anything involving cutting, slicing and pulling. Ok. Got it.

I am totally being whiny right now. I won't mention more of the mishaps I've met this month to spare you.  A few more hours and September comes in. I hope life's better by then.

Meanwhile, let me just bang my head to Orange Range's Ikenai Tayou......YO!

To Kuya RIC: You told me to keep you updated. Here's something to laugh at. (At least WE did laugh) Birthday ni Sir Mon idi kalman, tapos ada  natanggap na nga bouquet of three red roses. Ijay card na ket nakasurat: "Happy Birthday, from your secret admirer." Naks! ....(xet, tsismosa ak gayam)