First Day of Being Miss Nuah

This was what my schedule for today was supposed to look like:

Wake up at nine-ish.
Go for a jog at ten-ish.
Go to the bank at twelve-ish (hmn. elvish.).
Go to SSDC at one-ish.

But this is what transpired:
Woke up at ten-ish.
Went to the bank at eleven-ish.
Was rejected by the bank for not bringing my ic, at late-eleven-ish.
Pissed off at twelve-ish still.
Went for a jog at twelve-ish.

My god, the hot sun beating down on my back. I'd never felt so weak. It took me a good 15minutes to complete my route, which was only slightly less than 2km. I'm so lousy. A few hundred metres into the run, my right lung started hurting. But I continued to plod on, refusing to give in to that little bit of discomfiture. Then, another few hundred minutes into the run, the pain gradually beat a retreat. Only to be followed by a vague pain in the abdomen. This was then joined by a compadre, pain-in-the-knee-joint. And finally, the best part - I felt like I needed to go poo-poo.

At the end of my run, heading to the void deck to cool down, I let out a big yawn. Geez.
This void deck, by the way, is also home to a PAP kindergarten. Boy, are those men in white starting them young. I noticed as I headed towards the void deck that the kids were lining up outside their classrooms. I thought, "Oh goody their teachers must be taking them for a walk. At least that's one of the perks of being in pre-school. No need to be studying all the time. There's always time for play."

But then, as I walked out of sight of them, but not out of earshot, I heard the little 'uns chanting: “慢慢走！ 慢慢走” and I thought, gosh, these pre-school teachers nowadays really have a way with kids. But, just as I expected to see two neat rows of kids come staring at the big jie jie sweating like a pig, their chant morphed into “坐下来！坐下来！” and slowing fading into silence. Turned out they were headed to the comp lab. Wah piang eh, well-trained or what, man.
I went home, legs a little jelly, then sat down to stretch a bit more.

My toes seemed a million miles away.

Then,
Lunch at two-ish.
Back to the bank at three.
Took a slow walk to the driving school after that.

I tell you, the weather was so hot and humid, my tee stuck to my 'pits because they were soaking wet. I was uncomfortable, and also very conscious about the possibility that people were staring at my sweat stains. Ew. How unglam.

When I finally arrived at the school, I decided to ask the ladies behind the information counter about how to go about enroling into the school. Bad choice. Without as much as an explanation, one of them whipped out a few brochures, together with a queue number and told me to go to the "breathing room". Huh? What's wrong with the air down there? Was I really sticking that bad?

Confusion ensued until the younger lady next to her clarified, upon looking at my bewildered face, that it was the briefing room I had to go to. Apparently these people aren't a safety school for nothing.

But it was such a waste of time, really. Almost everything I needed to know was already in the brochures they gave me. Well, ok, I found out I could take some complusory test online instead of trudging down to the school again, and also the amount I needed to pay, but hey, nothing vital there.

In fact up till I got into the room, I was just plain confused. What was the queue number for? Was I supposed to go queue for something before this? Pay first perhaps? What was the briefing about? Yeah, yeah, I'm a swakoo. But I feel it was basic courtesy (not to mention part of the job) to just say "Okay Miss, before this you have to attend a briefing session first, take these brochures and go upstairs, second floor first door to your right. The queue number is for registration after you've viewed the powerpoint presentation. It's really boring - you are duely warned. Have a nice day!"

Anyway, so I sat there for a good 20 minutes before someone came along and delivered a polished but bored presentation. After that we signed our forms like good little pupils and went downstairs.

And guess what awaited me? Come on, just try, it's a no-brainer. What's it you say? You got it! More waiting. Well at least there was CNA on mute. Wondered why they were interviewing a horse acupuncturist. Or why breeding jackals had got to do with the channel... (On a totally unrelated note: Did you know they broadcast local soccer matches on CNA as well? Really, the incongruity of it all.)

When it was finally my turn, I was informed that the school was fully booked up to July. My eyes opened wide in disbelief. But I just went on with it anyway. But after leaving the place, it finally sunk in: in all likelihood, that would mean I wouldn't get my license til August. August?! What the hell am I supposed to do with my time till then?! And I told my dad I was going to look for a job, no more hand-outs from him thankyou. Why did I not take the hand-outs? Why? Now I'm not sure what to do. Get a job? Where? Intern? But what about my practicals?

That just leaves me with temp jobs. Gee. I need cash. I need it to play.

Bloody friggin' 5th July!!!!!