It was both an exasperating and exhausting day.

Due to the screwed up buyer for the printer, the sale has fallen through. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but his excuses are getting more and more ridiculous. In desperation I called up Cash Converters this morning and was delighted to find out that they’re open on Saturdays. I lugged the printer, placed in a very unglam looking plastic bag, all the way to the store near the shopping mall.

After all the effort, the guy took one look at my printer and told me they only accept 3-in-1 printers or printers with card slots. Imagine my exasperation and fury. I’m sure not everyone wants to buy multipurpose printers or printers with card slots what! Surely there are lots of people like me who prefer tough laserjets which perform the task of printing very well.

Anyway I lugged the printer home and an hour later, lugged it to a fellow Singaporean’s place for storage. That place was the equivalent of Jurong West in Singapore. While waiting for the countrymate to get me from the bus stop I was at, I nearly froze because The Weather Guy Up There decided it would be fun to torture me with gusts of really strong wind. There wasn’t anywhere I could take shelter and I began to curse myself for detaching the additional faux-fur collar on my jacket just before I left my room.

So I spent about two hours at the fellow countrymate’s place making small talk and eating up the lunch he had prepared for me because he had expected me to be hungry by the time I got there. Making small talk is the most tiring thing in socializing. Eating while making small talk, under the watchful eye of another person who had already eaten, is the most tiring way to have a meal.

When I left I had to take the bus from the countrymate’s place to the city before transferring to a bus from the city to my place because the bus network in the suburbs is pathetic and I had missed the only hourly bus by 10 minutes.

I think these explain my fatigue even though it hasn’t been a productive day at all. An intensive day of clearing-and-packing-the-last-items is on the cards for tomorrow. I’m already tired from thinking about tomorrow’s packing and Monday’s travelling. I just want to be teleported back, pronto.