Hate Late?

Posted: 12 July 2011

I hate being late!

I woke up last night and didn’t go back to sleep, because I really wanted to have a long talk with God. Besides, if I go back to sleep I might not be able to make it on my shift today.

So I left home with the confidence that I won’t be late today. But disappointments happen. Had I known I won’t be able to have a ride right away, I might’ve just walked my way where public transportation is available. That’s a 15-minute walk. And I walk fast.

I just hoped in God, and took it as a patience test. Another patience test. Waiting for a ride every morning is my patience test. And I thank God because I actually got a free ride until the secondary gate.

But my patience test hasn’t stopped yet. I couldn’t find a ride to get me to the hospital! To summarize my trip, I had three rides and a lot of waiting, just to make it to the hospital.

As if the heavy traffic was not enough to make me late, I had to comply with the hospital’s new policy – I must get a MATI ID or a temporary pass.

Our clinic is at the ground floor, and I had to go down just to get that pass. I really hate doing that. But I feel bad because I might be visibly annoyed to the point of being rude to the guards and hospital staff. I really don’t have that intention.

I really have to control my temper, otherwise I might end up offending innocent people.