I went back to school in the afternoon to get my HYP report printed for hopefully the one last time. It seems that there are a lot of people who don’t mind spending a Sunday in school as the lab was almost full. As for me, I just want to get my report printed, so I did what I had to do and got out of the place in double quick time.
After that, my few hours of bad mood started to sink in. First it was on the bus when this middle-aged woman seemed to be in a freaking rush to get onto the bus, so much so that she kinda pushed me aside to get on the bus. I was like thinking “is there such a need?”… There’s really no understanding some people.
Then when I was at the stationery shop to get my report bound, somehow that shopkeeper managed to punch the holes on the wrong side, and it turned out that I have to photocopy those wrongly punched pages for me so that the reports looked like reports. From this I gather that when some people have no pride in doing their work, they really have no pride.
It was definitely a day of two halves. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.
