12-09-09` The bathroom war.

Blogger did not save my draft which I typed half way through. 

The bathroom war never seems to cease.

I was upset by the comments made on the 'worldwideweb'. Remaining silent doesn't mean I was not hurt. Being an accuse so many times, I've tried hard to keep my emotions within, because retaliating don't make me any better. But why am I always faulted? 

For the 4 mornings I need to attend the FDI, I synchronised the timetable in the way it would not infringe the routine. It ended up with me either watching the morning news or lying on the couch in the hall for another 5 to 10 mins. No, I did not let the grievness out, not until now. I was hoping that my tolerance would be applied on me, but hell no. 

I stepped onto the mine field again, when I was getting ready for my driving test. Probably it was my instructor's or my mistake for booking the practical test date 4 months in advance at 11am. I will need to get there by 9am for the warm up session. I need to transfer a bus and leave by 8.15am, so I got up at 7.50am. The last thing you would expect is a bathroom drama waiting to roll out. Anyone who enrolled into CDC or taking bus 45 would know the wait is terrible. I have taken taxis twice because of the infrequent bus timing, so anyone with the sense of urgency should take a cab too. In this incident, clearly my mistake, I would gladly take up the responsibility of reimbursing the cab fare.

The solution evidently is to have another bathroom installed with heater and clear the stuff so that it can be used. The plan which will effect when I'm financially stable.

I failed my driving test with 12 points and 2 immediate failures. Imagine the sense of incompetence I had after 6 months of lessons, the disappointment from my instructor, fab. When I left the TP room, my instructor was all smiley waiting for me at the end of the stairs. I shook my head and voice rearing off. Tears beaming but I was fighting very hard not to shed.

Then I saw this cynical remark of 'don't impose one because of your own problems'. I had tons of such sarcastic remarks but I am not able to take another one at this point of time. I will shut myself away from facebook.

I stayed at Fab's place because I can feel a fever coming up, characterised by the burning sensation at the throat. True enough, it came full blown at the mid night. I felt terrible, physically and mentally.

Because I am still on probation, any days off taken will be considered as no-pay leave. I cannot afford to take MC. As I'm typing in clinic, I'm still crying. Even colleague who knows me for a month offered her care. 'Its running nose', a white lie I said. What have you done?