Embracing Murphy's Law

I've decided to go with Murphy's Law. It's easier than fighting it. Resistance is futile, so to speak. As expected, the medical report is not ready yet. I can only collect it tomorrow AFTERNOON, after being promised last Saturday that it'll be ready today. I was actually very upset but decided against throwing a tantrum at the doctor's office. I would actually like to come back since we do have a family account with the "good doctor" (although I seriously doubt the title now).

I arrived at the conclusion that the service in some (if not most) establishments in this country leaves a lot to be desired. For example, at the doctor's office just now, the receptionist was ogling someone outside. She'd much rather do that than talk to a paying customer. I'm such an old hag. No matter how much positive thinking I dumped into that situation, it won't become better. The report can only be collected tomorrow afternoon. I obviously can't collect it because I have an evening class. Somehow I've gotta run back, get the report and rush to KL to make it to my 6.15 class. I'll reserve my curses to the ineffiecient low-lifes in my private journal. Goodbye.