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The day started out pretty normal, but it just got from bad to WORST!

I dropped Teddybear off at his workplace then headed to mine. The timing was all perfect, so I expected to reach my workplace about 10 to 15 minutes early. Well, at least I thought I would.

Unfortunately, closing up to the expressway's exit, I noticed a long queue of vehicles (not normal at all). As I joined the long queue, Class 95FM reported that there's a major traffic congestion. Talk about excellent timing. How convenient.

What a way to start April Fool's. The day really had it coming for me. Prank of the year!

It's really irritating to spend half and hour (on a daily basis) to get on the flyover and get outta Toa Payoh. Today I had to spend the same amount of time (or more) to get in! Total waste of my life!

Arriving half and hour LATE, I went to my desk (with a frustrated look on my face) and got myself ready to continue the daily routine. Minutes later, my editor came out of the his meeting and informed me that I'm to attend an event with him.

To be frank, I enjoy attending events! At least I get to get outta the office. Desk-bound jobs aren't exactly my cup of tea. Unfortunately, this happens to be one of those events that I am not too keen about.

Gadget3 is all about tech (mainly gadgets) with a major fun factor incorporated to it. This event, on the other hand, involved STORAGE! You can imagine how fun that would be...

Did I mention the weather for the last couple of days is simply crappy? From rain to shine, extremes for both.

I have this sun allergy thingie that causes rashes (explains why I wear jackets quite so often). On days like such, when the sun is raging down, I kinda have to wear long sleeves or put on sun block.

Now imagine; hot sun, wearing a long sleeve jacket. Oh god, I'm a walking sauna. It's unbearable!

1. Took a cab to attend the event.
2. Tried keeping awake.
3. Had lunch.

*Blah, blah, blah*

While having lunch, we (my editor and I) noticed it was starting to rain. Fortunately, it didn't come pouring down on us, and we managed to grab a cab pretty quickly. For a second there, I thought my misery ended - hopeful thinking.

After a brief meeting with my editor I noticed something was wrong - misplaced. My pockets were empty! Where's my phone!

I started panicking for a bit, then quickly dialed my own number. Fortunately, someone picked up. It was the cabbie!

The cabbie said he had my phone and asked me to wait for him at the spot he dropped us off in fifteen minutes time - total relieve. I was quite shocked really. My phone wasn't surrounded by diamonds or anything like that, but it was a Prada phone after all...

Anyway. I happily made my way downstairs to pick it up.

Here's the embarrassing part. I was so caught up with retrieving my phone I didn't think of rewarding - went down empty handed. When he requested that I pay the cab fare for him to head back here, I slumbered.

I didn't have my wallet with me, so there's no way I could have given him cash. I tried asking him to take my card and SMS me his bank account so I could transfer money to him instead. But I guess he found it troublesome and just said "nevermind", looking a little displeased.

I am not fond of cabbies. On any other occasions I wouldn't have given a damn. But for his honesty and effort, I really felt guilty.

I guess there's nothing much I can do about it except... Thank you cabbie (I think his number plate was S?? 889 ?, a Merc cab)!?

This wasn't the end of my torture. There's more!

After all that "drama" we (my editor and I) went for a meeting with the big boss! Honestly, I thought I was in trouble again, but ended up, it was just a "stock-taking" kinda session.

Coming back to the office (our company had two office, same location, different buildings) trouble came knocking at my desk.

I shall not elaborate in detail. In short, it involved screaming.

I am not one that tolerates such treatment. I've been working for years now, and no one has EVER screamed at me EVER! This was the first! Even my mum wouldn't raise her voice at me unless I initiated first.

This was beyond my tolerance. There are a million and one ways to get a message across, raging at me wasn't one of the alternatives.

Frustrated, I packed my stuff and left - had an event (Canon) to attend anyway.

For the past two weeks, I've been cracking my wits. I was constantly thinking of new ideas. I worked late at night to finish up migration, liaising, and etc. At the end of the day, I get yelled at for answers that "you" knowingly don't expect me to produce.

At my level, do you really expect me to make such decisions? Get real. I suggest, I propose, I do not commit or make decisions. Have we not established that understanding? Whatever.

I'll blog about the Canon event tomorrow. I'm too annoyed right now.

April Fool stinks. Never liked it, will never like it!

PS: When exactly did I inherit a pair of "the ugly stepsisters"? :(