When things go…

wrong. Why do they go wrong in multitudes?

I’ve had food poisoning three times here. Twice was on days I had long distance travel; once was a flight and once was a long (10hour) car trip. The third time was at home, but the night before I got ill, I got a flat tire and couldn’t get myself anywhere to get myself anything. 

Today I have a flight to Bali. I booked it back in August because a friend of mine from Australia was coming to Bali for a week. I woke up early and noticed my phone hadn’t charged overnight. Annoying. I decided not to take my laptop as the trip is nust for the weekend. I got ready and ordered a Gojek through the Gojek app. 

The app kept refreshing itself for new drivers constantly. I was kind of groaning because the drivers call to check where you are and I never fully understand if they’re coming or not. 

The app kept refreshing and ordering me new drivers. They would call and I would assume the previous driver had declined the job. So, I ended up with one driver arriving and another driver on the way. I was so pissed off. I couldn’t explain to the driver that the second driver was on the way, and that it wasn’t my fault. He was so angry. He probably understood what was happening, but these guys are (understandably) desperate for $$ that if they think they’re going to lose out, they totally freak. 

Anyway, I arrived at the airport at like 7am for my 8.20 flight. The security guy at the gate was looking strangely at my itinerary but said nothing. I entered the airport and was looking for the check in counter. There was nothing open. 

Eventually, some rando dude in uniform approached me and was looking for the desk for me. He couldn’t find it either and was like ‘oh. It will open at 7.30’. I was thinking, ‘well, that’s fucking weird and not true because my flight leaves at 8.20. He probably has no idea but doesn’t want to say’. 

I sat down and started looking for contact details for Air Asia (who my flight was with) and Nusatrip (who I had booked with). I was emailing and messaging them for aaaaages and decided to try to call them. Of course, I ran out of credit.

I left the airport to go buy credit at a Yomart around the corner. When I arrived I noticed an Air Asia office next door. ‘I wonder why that first guy in uniform didn’t tell me the Air Asia office is close by?’ I thought. 

I went into the Air Asia office and they told me the flight had been rescheduled to depart at 1.15pm. I was freaking the fuck out, like, ‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?’ Apparently Nusatrip emailed me and AirAsia texted. I have a few emails from Nusatrip that went into my Spam folder because they were dated 1970??!! But nothing about rescheduled flights. AirAsia were missing a digit from my phone number. I guess that’s NusaTrip’s fault. I don’t know because Air fucking Asia haven’t replied to any of my requests for information. 

So, today consists of sitting at the airport for 6 hours without my laptop, unable to get a headstart on work next week.Tonight, hopefully, I will see my friend. And tomorrow I’ll be back at the airport to fly back here. 

Fuuuuuuuuck.

The Yabberers

I find people who divulge boring and personal details AT you to be the most confounding, intensely rude, and inexorably boring human beings.

There’s a woman who lives in my building who has moved to Surat from Samui because her son needs to go to school here but she hates Surat and wants to go back to Samui but she has to be here because her son has to go to school here and on Samui she owns a business it’s a guesthouse and she misses it because it has a kitchen and in this apartment building  there is no kitchen and she loves to cook so she really misses her house in Samui but its ok she’s going back there soon she’s just waiting for her pick-up truck to come it’s on the ferry at the moment her son will be staying in a boarding school for awhile and he will be tested to see if he is accepted to this new school at the new school they are fed and they sleep three to a room when the woman first arrived here she was really depressed and stayed in her room all the time but she hates the room and she hates living in the apartment building and she slept a lot during the day and had problems sleeping at night and so she went to the Dr to find out why and the Dr said she was depressed and so now she comes out of her room and she sits at the front of the building hand-washing her son’s clothes night and day and hangs out with the staff who work here and I would love to ask them what they think of her.