Doofusism knows no boundaries, especially mine.
Was tweeting an episode this morning how FML (a certain Mr Ivan had messaged me through MSN to ask me what is FML – Fuck My Life, darling) is.
So. This morning, I woke up for a meeting I was supposed to attend, so I planned to make an early way to the train station.
The fatigue is taking a toll on me, been having less than 5 hours of sleep every night this week, but today, there was a nagging lethargy in me that refuses to go away.
Alas, the train just went off, and the next train, during peak hour, will take another 4 minutes to reach.
Not wanting to be late, I crossed the overhead bridge, hoping to grab a cab.
You guessed it. None in sight.
So I walked a darn long way to the next street, and that took me, 10 minutes.
ROAR!
But got cab immediately, so, okay, not too bad.
Then of all days, it decided to jam badly today.
Weelllllllll done.
And then I got severely, terribly, horribly, carsick.
Niiiiiiiicccccccccccccceeeeeeeeeee.
24 freaking buckeroos later, I finally reached. I would have been say, 5 minutes late should I take the train, but because of my change of path, I was 15 minutes late.
……………………………………………….
FML.
I went in search of the meeting room, then I wandered around and couldn’t find anyone. No one messaged me on my phone, no one called. So I messaged my colleague.
On MC today, her reply.
As she was quite a major part of it, and I couldn’t locate my boss, I got back to my seat and told my other colleague my boss had gone missing.
So, meeting was cancelled.
All the carsickness and moolah were all for nothing.
FMLLLLLLLLLL.
Okay, fine, back to work. Productive at least, and finished some planning 
Fingers crossed that everything will run smoothly and safely next week.
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3 hours later, I saw my boss and gave him the dagger stare for not telling me the meeting was cancelled.
The first thing he said to me was….
….
….
….
“Where were you? Why you never turn up for the meeting?”
HARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?
The meeting wasn’t cancelled.
FML!
