what an awful, awful day yesterday
The events went something like this (I had to visit New York for some consulate related work - they give out the necessary papers only between 4:15 and 5:15 PM)
1:20 PM - reached New Haven railway station, took at ticket for the 1:57 train to grand central new york
1:41 PM - took a snack a dunkin donuts, checked the time on my cell phone
1:50 - headed to track to catch the train
1:52 - realized that my cell phone was no longer on my waist clip - panic
1:52-1:54 - ran back tracing my steps, cell nowhere to be found
1:55 - mentally calculated cost of missing the trip vs. losing the phone. Got the phone as a refurb and was only 50$, so it was Ok. Sat in the train
2:00 - train still in station..strange..then someone announces 'this train isnt the grand central train, please exit'
2:02 - realized the GC train was cancelled, and next one at 2:33 - oops, too close for comfort to reach NYC
2:33 - train leaves to GC
4:30 - arrived at GC New York
4:45 - still standing in the damned taxi line - no frikkin taxis!!
4:50 - finally got a taxi, now navigating through horrendous peak hour manhattan traffic
5:05 - taxi somewhere close to consulate, but stuck in traffic. I jumped out of the cab and decided to sprint
5:10 - reached consulate,gasping, huge damned line outside the consulate! WTF?!!!!!
5:11 - some lady says 'there is no line for XYZ go in!' - moronic consulate officials hadn't bothered to inform
5:12 - got in, only a few people ahead
5:16 - got what I wanted...what a damned relief after a crappy day
6:15 - still waiting for a darned cab, leg hurting, hungry, tired, pissed
9:30 - home. crashed. have a lot of 'moving' work to take care of this week because we're leaving next week...
The phone's gone. Sad. It was a nice Windows mobile phone I got really cheap...
3 comments:
sounds like one too many NY days I've had! well, and Paris days too, to tell the truth... maybe Singapore is more organized.
Look at the positive: now you can step up to a 8525.
By the way, how'd you get a refurb for fifty bucks? Was that with or without a contract? Tell me your secrets, please (via email, of course)!
Just not your day.
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