For the past two weeks I’ve been suffering some serious migraine attacks, and even though I have been taking anti-migraines, they seemed not to want to work. It is for this reason I found myself at home for the better part of the week, nursing my head.
There are some days when I just don’t feel like leaving my bed, not because I’m so sleepy, but simply because the prospect of dealing with the same people, the same situations, the same attitudes over and over again kills my mojo.
It’s the first Monday of June 2013, and I’ve just arrived at the office after spending a great deal of my morning in traffic caused by drivers who seem to have taken e-driving lessons (probably via Google). As if the traffic is not enough to drive me insane, I have to go to the Airport to deliver a parcel that I couldn’t deliver to the Airline’s town office on time due to the same traffic I’m talking about. I get to the airport and call the gentleman I have been asked to deliver the parcel to and fortunately, he was expecting me.
It is official: Thursdays have become my “lesson-learning-days”. It seems that every Thursday something happens to me that touches me so deeply that I find myself compelled to share the experience with my readers.
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