Woke up to the same nagging back pain, and rest in bed most of the day.

Despite finding the slots to the SD card reader, it doesn’t work at all! Grrr….

I was almost going to make this post a complain-y one, because just when I thought I got through today relatively incident-free, and then, something just gotta happen.

Bah!

Because of the pain, I decided to head down to my chiropractor, and ran an errand along the way.

I used my light-weight “shopping” bag today and transferred just the important identifications and cards from the work bag.

After waiting for 20 minutes to make a general enquiry, I waited for a further 20 minutes to get served.

Alas, I wasn’t informed that I have to pay cash or NETS.

For those who don’t know, I am one of the few rare species in Singapore who DOES NOT own a NETS card, and depend heavily on its more evil plastic siblings when I have to make cashless payment.

And because I had headed out with a different bag, I have very limited cash on me.

When I say limited, I mean, really, really, limited.

Three dollars and fifteen cents to be exact.

Cos when I was about to make payment, I was ONE DOLLAR AND TWENTY CENTS short. AHHHHH! I would have no problems digging out coins from my usual bag from my habit of throwing loose change into my bag randomly. My farewell gift from my previous workplace (which I had wanted to blog about but never got down to doing it….. ) was an LV Vernis coin wallet in Amarante, has recently double up as a card holder.

Time to do some spring cleaning to my bags, and remind myself to get some cute make-up pouch to compartmentalise my bag. I need more systems in place, methinks.

So. I was short of a mere $1.20 after clearing the entire bag of coins.

The lady at the counter told me she could proceed for me, but I would have to return tomorrow to pay for the balance. So my poor $3.15 is now held in ransom, and I can’t figure out how her colleagues are gonna remember the loo.. loser who owes $1.20.

Seriously.

I hope I have the time to sort it out tomorrow.

***

So I finally went back for a review, but I seriously don’t think I can afford his services, which would require me to pay a lump sum(no instalment plans! The audacity!) for it.

I know I am quite the spendthrift these days, but for me to fork out almost $6k in cash at this moment just seem.. impossible.

I mean, I believe the money will be well-spent with my constant problems, but the lack of flexibility to their payment plans made it impossible for me to commit.

Unfortunately, the female sale staff made me feel she was a lil cut-throat despite the chiropractors are pretty professional. She seemed pretty disinterested right after I expressed how the financial inflexibility made it impossible for me to commit.

(Speaking of the word “pretty”, I made an ultimate booboo the other day with a meeting with my boss and when he asked me to tell him about myself, I thought for a long while before I went, “I think I am pretty….. uhm..”

I couldn’t find the exact words, and I found him staring at me mid-sentence, amused.

He then laughed, “I thought you are telling me you are pretty!”

I blushed a bright hue of scarlet, and flusteredly waved my hands to insist that wasn’t what I meant and that I hadn’t finish my sentence. DUH! I am such a bimbo!)

Anyway, I was glad I said no, though I know I would like to sort out my spine problems. I then took back my X-rays, in case I would like to look for another more affordable chiropractic clinic, preferably with some sort of instalment plans.

It reminded me of a friend not-too-long ago, who had kindly offered to help but…  pride is always an issue, isn’t it? Okay, selectively sometimes though.

***

Walked around IMM before settling down for some food.

I tweeted how I am craving for bak gua, mee siam and aglio olio from Bakerzin, and I bought Bak Gua! Yay. So happy!

I then headed to Cafe Cartel for pasta, and while I was waiting, I actually listed down some PMS food I was happy to indulge in.

By the time I finished the list, I thought I could almost blog an entire post about it, which I will, later!

From the work calls, my phone was flat by dinner time. And since I was in the clinic, I had earlier switched it to silent mode.

I had baked pasta and I almost licked the last drop of cream off the plate, before I happily headed for home by cab in the evening.

***

It was perhaps one of the few times I board a blue cab without paying the fare with credit card, and it was the first time in many months I didn’t ask for a receipt at the end of the brief cab ride.

I checked my watch.

Wow. 7.30pm, time certainly went by a tad too quickly today.

I went off the cab, not before reminding uncle he gave me $1 change short.

He said he remember putting a dollar in it, but I just held my hands out, which I was afraid he thought I was out to cheat him.

But he was polite so I said thank you chirpily before making my way into the building.

I then emptied the content from my bag, then realised my phone wasn’t with me.

But you know, me being me being me…. I always thought I lose something and then I will find it like in my hands, in my pockets, or sitting on it.

Then I searched, and searched. Nowhere to be found.

Called up Cafe Cartel, not found.

I don’t normally lose my phone despite being such a muddle-head (in fact, I have NEVER lost my phone before), cos I usually entertain myself on cabs with it.

But since it was flat, I didn’t.

I called the customer service line but they were closed for the day.

I went online to make an online submisstion to find their forms are error-filled and it couldn’t load at all!

So I called the booking hotline, and they put me on hold for 10 minutes until I could wait no more cos I needed to take a dump.

I was ready to rant at them for the poor service.

I brought my home phone into the showers and called again. I did whatever I needed to do.. shower, scrub my face, scrub my body… and then, a voice came on.

So in the midst of my showers, I made a report. I didn’t rant cos she sounded nice and knew what she was doing.

I remember the pick up time cos I checked my watch, I remember the exact fare cos of the change mistake. But I don’t remember the cab number nor was it the newer/older cab model.

I was feeling a bit bleak about it, and was ready to lose it, though I was thinking it was just the revenge of my phone on me having straying thoughts earlier today (Hmm.. should I get a blackberry instead?) after seeing Potato’s tweet.

I was just thinking about my Gucci handphone strap which I like though.

I was hoping I will get it back since I always return wallets/phones to others.

Strangely enough, right after my showers, I actually waited less than I had to do earlier, before I got a call back from Comfort.

HHAAAAALLLEEELLLLUUUUJJJAAAAHHH!

They managed to track the very kind Mr Chua, of SHC1692K, and said he has it with him, and they gave me his mobile number to establish contact with him, but informed me that he was at… Changi Airport (!!!).

So I called, but he didn’t pick up, and I assumed he was driving.

I finally got him after more than 2 hours, cos I had called the customer service back again and they managed to get hold of him.

I offered to go to wherever it is convenient for him (and tip him!) but he was so nice to tell me he will send it back if I can wait since he stays nearby!

Such a sweetheart!

I heaved a big sigh of relief cos to me I am okay with losing my phone, but just thinking of what a bitch it is to replace it when I will be busy all through the weekend makes me very… sian.

So for every bad experience with cab driver, there will be one who is pleasant!

I shall be nice and wait for uncles who lose their ways next time and be patient with rude uncles!

FML no more!

Oh, and I managed to upload the pictures using my home notebook’s SD card reader. -beams-

Okay, I just remember I did lose my phone once before in the cab and the passenger arranged for me to pick it up from him from the MRT station once.

Sorry darling phone, I will love and treasure you more from now on, just don’t reset on me again, okay?

***

I am having Bakerinz Aglio Olio now, though it is less than 3 hours since me almost eating the plate to my creamy, baked pasta.

And I shall have my bacon strips bak gua as desserts.

Shuddap. I know what you are thinking.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!