KL does not like donut

I am so overwhelmed by the feeling of being in KL this morning. In a shitty way that is. I drove to work with a load of 80kg boxes in my boot and was planning to send it by post. While driving to work, my body felt weird like it was so stuffed that I couldn’t breathe. I thought it could be heart burn, but I don’t even know how does a heart burn feels. Or was it this tight top I am wearing? I got panicky and my first reaction was to text the boyfriend to enroll us to gym.

I got to the post office in front of the office and wanted to unload the damn boxes. It is to non of my doing I have to take care of the boxes and get them out of the car and ship them back to Kuching. You know when you are unhappy to do something, it just does not get any better in finishing the job. After inquiring on the details of posting the boxes, the post office told me that there is a maximum of 20 kg per box allowed. Sigh. I got to break them down into smaller boxes and find a kind soul to help me lift them from the car.

But being KL people and not in Kuching (where everyone is much more helpful), no one from the post office. I was very close to asking help from people on the street but thought twice. So I was back to square one with the boxes still in the car, weighing down my car. Grrr..

I decided to send the boxes tomorrow. I went in to the office parking lot and could not find a single parking space. God knows how many times I went round each floors and every space was either reserved or taken. The thing that fumed me most is the reserved lots are always empty. Always.

I went ahead to park at one of the reserved parking space and suddenly a guy from DB freaking KL tells me it’s reserved. Yeah I can read mofo’ but what is the point of hogging all the space and not using it! I was thinking whether to be a b*tch and park there or move my car. I decided to move it so round and round the car park I went again until the only way to get a damn space is to send my car for washing. And my car is nearly clean.

Shitty morning.

To add on it, my mom wants me to check the JPA portal for pensioners. Easily called http://www.jpapencen.gov.my/. The portal lived up to its name. It took 10 minutes to load a page. Portal pencen. Speed also pencen.