I wonder what possessed me twelve years ago

This morning, like every morning, I have to endure the same ole same ole routine of dropping my little boy in kindie and then, fetching him. I love to fetch and pick him, of course. But it is the bleh of dealing with those other drivers.

There are the grandpa & grandma drivers, the women who drive a Kancil but think their cars are as wide as a bus and those women who are made of wax.

The grandpa and grandma combo will stop the car in front of the kindie’s gate while grandma slowly walks to fetch the grand kid. On the way, she has to stop and chat.

The women who drive Kancil but think their cars are buses usually dare not move eventhough there are plenty of spaces for their Kancil to pass. I am sure many of you know how frustrating it is when the oncoming car dare not come forward, causing massive jam? You just feel like getting down from your car and scream.

Meanwhile, the women who are made of wax are the kind who will leave the engine running right in front of the kindie because they cannot get out in the hot sun. And that cause even more jam.

So, while I was stuck in the middle of these frustrating situation, I suddenly had a flashback. I wonder what had prompted me to resign from my job back in 1998? What got into me to take that bold decision to exchange an aircond office, fat paycheck, good boss, clout in the office and the status of the office bitch to be on the road with these super si peh pek cek (extremely constipated) situation? Day in day, I have to deal with moronic and idiotic drivers.

Sigh…I must be one damn self-sacrificing individual. When our church talks about self-sacrifice, I know they are talking about me, and Jesus. Hehehe. Otherwise, how the hell can I stand being stuck with this routine of driving amongst the blur sotongs when I could have sit smugly in an office and give orders (from my boss lah) to top management?

I swear….when my kids have their kids, I am so not gonna drive my grandkids. I want to drive alone so that I can start cursing in full instead of what I am doing now. All my cusses now are in acronyms. KNN, what the …CCB, drive faster can ah, ee eh mak …slow down and let me get over to that right lane, I am turning, I am not jumping queue ok, you ass…..

So, women, don’t leave your jobs for your kids unless you are absolutely sure. I never regret my decision but sometimes, I do wonder…

18 Replies to “I wonder what possessed me twelve years ago”

  1. It’s the same here in Sibu la. You know, not all drivers are pro like we do. Some even turtle on the fast lane, very common thing here in Sibu. They either don’t study the rules, or they got kopi-o license.

    I would always overtake them on the left and turn back into the fast line and slow down smack right in front of them, let them taste a bit of their own medicine.

    Our parking space is so scarce that people have to use up 1 lane as parking, and makes a dual carriage way, a single lane “highway”. Jam sial!

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  2. the mirian driver annoys you even when their cars are moving on the road/highway.
    well, imagine having not one but a dozen of drivers doing 50 on both slow and fast lanes when you need to go above 90 to make it to your destination on time.

    and oh, should i even start mentioning about those who seem to have a penchant for cutting queues…??

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  3. mama22beas – Hahaha, I haven’t heard of luku-ing a long time already! My mom used to luku when I was a kid. I think I lost the art of luku already. Ros, I am amazed how you handle all four and one coming inspite of working lah. I read your blog, I silently crawl away, malu nyerr…I tell you, I sure go mad if I am in your shoes. I cuma satu, my head pun dah pusing. This morning, I thought it is Thursday must wear sports wear. Lucky my son not so otak udang, he said, “Today got ejaan lah, today Wednesday.” Haih….

  4. I have a job but I also have to face the same type of drivers so I guess it’s the same lah. Whether you are driving your kid to kindie or driving yourself to work, you still get to meet with idiots on the road.
    I am convinced that there must have been a course titled ‘how NOT to drive safely on the road’ for drivers somewhere. We must have missed it.

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  5. Oh dear…that’s the dilemma I’m facing right now. To work or be a SAHM? If staying at home means having to send my kids here and there and dealing with moronic drivers AND not being able to curse in full then going back to work has chalked up yet another point (other than fat paycheck, good boss and aircon…haha!)…=)

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  6. Foong – But you can still bitch in office mah….I only can bitch at my plants and hamsters. Not that I plant any pokoks or hamsters. LOL.

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