Monday, October 24, 2005

Word of the Day: Inept

My carelessness sometimes pisses myself off. Big time.

One thing you should know about me is, I’m a highly organised person. Well, for most things anyway. And I’m a total control freak.

I like to plan things down to the very minute details, make them work according to exactly how I’ve sketched out, and then tick them off from my to-do list. I like everything to be in order and done properly. I have a very low threshold for mistakes and stupidity.

Which is why sometimes I cannot understand how blur I myself can be sometimes.

Tonight, I finally got around to book the return flight for my Board Exam. I kept putting it off because I hate hate hate exams and booking the tickets will only mean that there’s one less excuse for me to chicken out last minute.

So finally, I reluctantly booked the tickets with two different airlines.

I had to pick the flights so I can fly to Apple Isle on the day itself, sit for the exam, and fly back to Melbourne the same evening.

When I received the itineraries in email, I realised that I've made a completely spastic mistake. I inverted the time of both flights!

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I didn't see it wrongly. How I could have made such a silly-in-a-not-even-funny-way mistake is beyond me.

The worst thing is, it wasn’t the first time of me pulling something like this. Booking the wrong flight for the wrong date and only realised it on the morning of my departure, missing flights because I remembered the time wrongly, turning up at the wrong airline counter, etcetera etcetera. You name it, I’ve done it. The airlines should have blacklisted me or something.

Just when I was about to call the airlines up and admit that I’ve been a totally brainless bimbo AGAIN, my phone rang.

I was confused for a while.

“Did the websites detect my extreme stupidity and are now coming after me?” I thought to myself.

Turned out it was my Bee. He just happened to call to check on me since I didn’t reply his SMS earlier in the afternoon.

The timing couldn’t have been better.

Though I was still in a state of shock for most of our conversation, the phone call put a much needed smile to my face. The sweet guy cheered me up and made everything seemed alright again. What am I gonna do without you huh? Thanks, sweetie! *Hugs*

I rang the airlines later on and paid a hefty sum of penalty charges to change my flights.

Stupidity comes with a price, which often involves my credit card. :/

Everything is okay now.

All I have to do on the actual day is to march into that board room and convince a panel of examiners that I'm a competent healthcare professional and they should trust me with the wellbeing of patients even when I can't book my own air tickets correctly. -_-''

This entry might not make much sense. I have difficulty following my own thoughts at the moment.

I hate exams and stress. I do.

I need to escape to a place far far away, where I can wake up to a field of daisies everyday.