Rage against the dying of the light...

First of all, congrats Oliver, for passing the nurse licensure exams!

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Last Friday's preggy party was also the same day as my office's server revamp work, which means that I have to work until 5pm, reach home by 6pm, and help wifey with the guests. Easier said than done, because by noon, I knew the work was behind schedule. By 4:30pm, the guests have arrived, and the 5pm time had turned to 6pm. Fortunately, by 6:30pm everything was done, and I was about to call it a day when, "why are the phones not working?"

*&!@.

Friday is a weekend, so no vendor support. Wifey was already cranky as it is, and I became a bit annoyed by what happened. It was a good thing my other colleague had a mobile number of an engineer, but was not answering his phone. He kept retrying and retrying, until after an hour later, he finally answered.

While waiting for his instructions, the cabling engineers were fixing some mishaps in the cabling, and by the time we finished, it was 10:15pm! Le sigh.

I literally ran all the way to the car, and oversped to 170km going home. By the time I arrived, guests were already leaving, and found out that they played basketball without me. Sigh. How can I show them my new move? By 11:30pm, the rest of the guests were leaving, and I went with Mau to collect Allan from the airport.

On the way back, my mind started to wander again, and I took the wrong turn home. Sigh Sigh Sigh. It has not been my day.

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Watched Neil Gaiman's Stardust with wifey and MauAllan yesterday. A little different from the book, but highly highly recommended.

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I f*!&ed up today. Since today was the first day of the week, I told wifey that I had to drop by my other office to do a 20 minute job. 20 minutes became 50 minutes because of last minute instructions by my infrastructure team. It would have been ok if it was planned, but wifey had to get home ASAP.

So I took the Garhood bridge thinking that it was never traffic going that way, and I ended up being pissed, missed a right turn due to a new road block which was never warned, and got honked by a taxi who was overspeeding, which ticked me off big time. All the frustrations building up inside finally blew, and I honked back, waited for him to overtake, and we made hand gestures, while I motioned for him to park the car so that we can "talk". Arrgh.

Wifey got upset, and I was still in the road rage mode, that I snapped at her. We were silent all the way home. It's now 9pm, and we haven't said a word because she slept early.

A long time ago, before papa left pinas back to dubai, he told me that I have to change my attitude while driving, that road rage will never help anyone. Been there-done that is what I remember him telling me.

I'm such an ass.