When the Week is Off to a Bad Start

This is not a good Monday. And to think that it's a "free day" for me because classes were called off in our area due to the transport strike. I had a lot to do-laundry, bank errands, etc. First piss-off of the day ensued because youngest son didn't immediately do the errand of buying dog food and it was already past 8 am. My pets are used to eating their first meal at around 6:30 but I ran out of dog food and the store does not open til 7:30. Son woke up at 8:00, told to eat his breakfast and go buy the dog food but typical of the teenager that he is, stayed on his phone for 10 more minutes. The dogs continued to bark outside because they were hungry and they needed to go out of their cages to poo and pee on the ground. Imagine your mom running amuck on this.

Second piss-off. Payslip is not yet available at the Division Office. I need it to show to the bank where I owe the wrong deductions they made so I'd get a refund.

Third piss-off. Texted the bank re the two deductions I got in the past two paydays (note that we get paid once a month only in public school) and was told I'd get back the first in October and the second in November.  I could get advanced refund bu there will be 3% charge. WTF? I get wrongly deducted from and my refund gets delayed for two months and I need to pay them if I want it earlier? Who made a mistake of deducting? Me? I needed to hear the voice of the representative so I called up instead. And when I am truly mad, I cry in desperation. Enough said. Yes, that was a meltdown I almost didn't recover from.

Fourth piss-off. I bought the dogfood myself and as usual fed the dogs myself. I let out the first couple to the yard, went to feed the dogs at the back of the house, when I came back to let the two dogs back in, one of them is already carrying a kitten. The neighbor has cats and poor kitty was not protected enough by the older ones. It has been the subject of harassment from my dogs for days and this time it didn't survive.

After lunch, I tried to pick myself up by taking a nap. Sleep solves almost anything. I am not talking to my son who has the pride of his dad. He doesn't know how to say sorry. I wake up and go back to Twitter. and there was this Marcos apologist who was talking down on Raissa Robles. When I butted in I was insulted as well. Fifth piss-off? No. Not BBM's lackeys and blind followers. They aren't gonna get into my nerves as much as a greedy bank would or an inefficient payroll system would or a dog who didn't remember it shouldn't kill the neighbor's kitten.

It's just almost 4 pm. I can still save my Monday. Wish me luck.