Worst Day Ever

23rd August (Saturday) - Is there ever a worst day in my working life? Of course there is, but it's not regarding about my work.It's about getting my academic transcripts. I got my CPR license safe and sound, but transcript, nope. First of all, I came as early as 7.30 am and the academic office weren't open yet. So I waited alone on the corridor and the lady finally came, but she refuse to serve me until 8 o' clock comes. So I waited silently while trying hard not to look at my watch. I was feeling excited that soon, I'll be able to get my transcripts and on Monday I can pass it to the Sister and finally get my APC, and so that I can increase my salary to a decent value. Seems easy, right? Hell, no. This is my life we are talking about, if things are too east, then something is fishy.
I went in, she asked me about an Exit Form, since I don't have one, she gave me one to fill in. Coming across several boxes with the various head of each departments beside each blank box, I asked the lady what are the boxes for, and she replied it's for the various head of departments to sign. There are five boxes but only four have to be signed, since the fifth one is only for dismissed or deferred students, I don't need to worry about that one. but hostel? That's insane. I asked her why do I need the Head of Hostel's signature when I don't stay in the hostel, and she merely replied, "We had incidents where the students lied and said that they don't stay in hostels, yet when we use the system, we found out they used to stay in hostels for a semester, or they they don't stay in the hostel at all when they did." That is total bull, pardon my French. What a waste of my time. Sorry to say, since I only got pardoned for an hour, I rushed back to work, 5 minutes before the clock struck 9. Yes, my new workplace actually practice a Give & Take policy. If you come in an hour late, you have to go back an hour late; and vice versa. Well, that's nice, but don't do it too often. You have to play fair with your other colleagues.
Because my mood was disrupted by the fiasco, I ended up working with a tense heart. With many discharges coming on, I ended up slamming the appointment cards on the desk, tugging hard at each file binders as I filed and dropping many things (Not important stuff, just papers.) Because my concentration was also disrupted thanks to the usual yelling from my parents after things go wrong, I ended up keying the pending discharge wrongly, fortunately, I was able to reverse it back since I haven't hit the DISCHARGE button yet. Thank the Lord for that, otherwise I'll end up getting another bullocking for the mistake. I get it why people say you always have to sort yourself out before work, with your concentration and emotion disturbed, you'll end up doing mistakes. I just wish my family could be more understanding. No wonder why I always end up running to my friends or the Befrienders when I'm down. What a crisis.