Didn't sleep enough on Sunday night because of blogging about the blogger con.
Hence: I overslept today, springing out of bed 45 minutes later than I should have, which necessitated catching a cab to work. Miracle of miracles, there was actually a cab waiting at the line at the MRT station when I got there, even though empty cabs at rush hour are about as common as diamondback turtles in Singapore. An even greater miracle was that although the cab driver was waiting around to pick up an 8 am fare, his 8 am fare was geographically close enough to my workplace that he didn't mind driving me. (Yes, this is Singapore, where the cab drivers have the power, not the fare-paying passengers.)
On days like this, I'm grateful for the little things.
This is the second time this year I've been late --- the first wasn't that long ago, either --- and I confess that I was tempted to say screw it and take a sick day. Except for the part where I need to teach certain classes that I only see on Mondays. And where I have to be at a meeting at 4 pm.
Damn this Asian workholic conscience of mine.
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2 Comments:
Well, at least no detention class for tutors, is good, no?
There better not be! We work damn hard as it is!
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