Monday, February 06, 2006
Being falsely cheerful has become a way of life. And I don't even do it very well.
Meeting with my advisor is always a chore, although he's a wonderful professor who likes John le Carre as I do - but it's his job to check on my welfare. And I don't know whether to tell the truth or paint rosy illusions. I usually settle for embellishing the truth - the 'yes, it has been great, though of course there're a few things that could be better' approach.
He advised me to be a little more assertive when dealing with delayed luggage, so I actually wrote down what I wanted to tell those airline people before I called them, so that they could be induced to take me a little more seriously.
Naturally, it didn't work out as planned. It worked out pretty badly, in fact.
Yes, and so I found out today that in the face of airline bureaucracy and sarcastic staff, I crumple without a fight. And then slink off to the toilet for a cry, like a primary school kid, my dignity in shreds. How absolutely humiliating.
To make matters worse my dorm neighbour walked in to ask me something (probably homework, as usual - I'm little good for anything else, it seems). My roommate told her tacitly that I wasn't in that great a mood for a homework chat, but she went ahead anyway, saw my odd behaviour and wondered aloud, 'Is she laughing or...?'
Talk about compounding my humiliation.
Next flight home to Singapore will be on Singapore Airlines. I'm already making arrangements.
words were spilled on Monday, February 06, 2006