What a way to usher in another week with a crazy monday morning commute.
My commute would normally start with being dropped off at the Quezon Ave MRT station then sharing a cab with 4 or 10 strangers to Makati.
But this morning was my last and hopefully the best presentation of my life, so I wanted to be a bit early so i can compose myself before the meeting starts. After all we were under probation and we needed to step up. I didn't want my last remaining weeks to be a train wreck!
I woke up at 6:30Am, actually I was awake at 6am but I wanted to lie down a bit more, left the house at 7:10Am, was at the MRT by 7:25AM. I actually skipped four trains before taking the next one because the train simply couldn't fit more passengers. The passengers from North Ave were more than enough to fill the train. The fourth train was stuck in Quezon Ave for quite sometime. There was a defective train in Kamuning because passengers kept shoving at the doors. Hence, they had to unload. I was quite smug when I rode the fifth train, thinking "Thank God I did not ride the fourth train! I would have been one of the passengers trapped in Kamuning. "
Passed by horrific Cubao, Silent Santolan, Busy Ortigas, Gloomy Shaw
And then it happened as we stopped at Boni station. The overhead PA said that this train also had to unload in Boni because of an error in the doors and the train was deemed unfit to ride!
Oh my gulay! What was I to do?
First instinct was to stay put, this was not the first time the MRT has screwed up and not to mention, the guard and the PA system gave opposing instructions. But after seeing everyone leave and watch as the platform fill up with stranded passengers, I had no choice but to go down as well.
This would all be fine if not for the 9AM presentation I had, the last and most important presentation for me.
As I was trying to get out, believe me it was a struggle to go out- people were literally blocking the entrance/exit because they all wanted to be the first ones to ride the next train, I saw Pinky, one of our new hires.
I was thankful to God.
He did send me out to a storm but He did send me a companion for my journey. You see, I thought about taking a cab but it would be faster to hail a bus than a cab. Yes, I know some of you would say that buses are perfectly safe- but to someone who has ridden a bus only once to Quezon City - would think otherwise. It can be quite confusing for a first timer - Ayala ibaba, Ayala itaas and LRT Ayala. I can't very well start asking the conductor in the middle of bustling with morning rush EDSA.
Good thing Pinky knew how to take a bus and we took a bus to Ayala itaas, well at least I thought she knew. Somehow Ayala itaas had us dropped off under the polluted Ayala overpass.
But I'm still positive. I still had a couple of minutes to spare to walk to 6750! Whew!
Take away: there are things that happen in our lives that we have little control over but how we will react to it makes us who we are. Stronger, better.
On a positive note, we did receive another good job on my presentation. Client said we're on a roll.
Bottomline, I think a good lunch is in order. :D
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Notes:
Good to know that buses with LRT Ayala will pass by the whole Ayala Avenue while Ayala itaas will drop you off in Ayala MRT station only.
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