Days of Our Lives - Chooeypoo & Flapper

A Matter of Routine
I always declared that I hate routine and was adamant about it. But I also always end up slapping my own face over adamancy as well. I have come to develop a very queer routine. Golf lessons. It has to be the same time, same day every week. "Same time next week again?", the instructor asks. I nod my head. Routine.

The one time I attempted to break my routine, I FORGOT which day!

I left a voicemail, "Errrr... I know this is going to sound real stupid but I can't remember if I'm suppose to have lesson today or Thursday or ? But erm... I can't make it today so erm... call me back."

Turned out it was Thursday.
I felt like an idiot.
I-D-I-O-T.
Pronounced Eeeeeeeee-Deeeee-yeerrrt.
Idiot.

The other thing.... appointments can only be at one particular time. Again, then I only have to remember the date. So regardless whether it is golf lessons, going to the driving range, business meetings, hair appointments or running errands, everything is scheduled at 1100 hours.

A Matter of Bad Shots
Now that I've found my new playground, an hour at the driving range will determine my mood for the day. And that's bad I tell ya. With a game like golf, the inconsistency can be killing. I look forward for 6 days in a week for my next golf lesson to HOPEFULLY improve my technic and/or correct some ridiculous bad habits I had developed during my hilariously bad practices. That ONE PRECIOUS DAY arrives and I excitedly arrive for my lesson.....

Of all days for my brains to go into twilight zone.... NOT NOW! NOT NOW! Body was there, swing was don't know where and eyes just couldn't focus on the golf ball. I couldn't believe myself.

Calling Chooey.... Paging Chooey... Do you hear me? Over.
No response.

"What did you do wrong there?", the instructor asks.
"No idea. No idea at all.", I answered in a daze.

Yoohoo... where did you place yourself this morning? Focus on the ball... FOCUS!
No response.

"I want to give up now!", I yelled to my instructor in exasperation.

"Don't you ever dare say you want to give up! If I thought you couldn't make it, I would have stopped teaching you a long time ago!", my instructor yelled back at me.

Lecture... lecture.
Whatever.
For the first time, I never felt the desperate need to end the lesson.
Just get me out of there.
I was getting nowhere.

Spidey - The Backup Roulette of Life
The rest of the day obviously was as bad as my foul mood and misplaced brains.
Has anyone found a missing brain anywhere?
Looks like a walnut.

Unfortunately, I'm still serving time with this job so yes, employee blues AGAIN.

Anyway, I refused to accept my bad day at the range, and was in two minds about going for round two - if I go good this time round, great. If I do shit AGAIN.... suicidal.

So here comes my ever trustworthy Spider Solitaire. I call it my backup roulette of life. If I can't decide on something, play Spidey. It is just an excuse really. I didn't game the first round but obviously, I was gagging to for round 2 at my playground. So I made an excuse. I was not paying attention. Try again. If this time I still don't game, I will stay. Fortunately it worked this time or I would still be playing my roulette of life... RIGHT NOW!

Thank God for my sanity, I played slightly better this time round.
But now I'm baffled by flag distance markers.

Ok ok... say it....
I'm obsessed and I've got issues... WITH GOLF!


Slap me silly.
I didn't know it is public holiday here tomorrow till Lil' Missy said to me, "Nooo..... your samples won't be ready by Friday? We have holiday here tomorrow and the workers won't be working on Friday." (Add about 10 phone calls from THE BOSS and you can calculate the day I've had)

What? Holiday? What holiday? I no-know no holiday. Youth Day? You mean we get holiday too on Youth Day? Wow. I like I like.

Here's a little tip : DO NOT use Singapore's calender in South Africa. It doesn't work. Really... it DOESN'T.

Hey hey! Golf U.S. Open starts tomorrow (16 Jun - 19 Jun) and Wimbledon starts on Tuesday (20 Jun - 3 Jul)! Whhheeeeeeeeee...............

Popcorn supply - Check
Coffee supply - Check
Instant noodles supply - Check
Pizza delivery number - Check
Mr Delivery number - Check

Hellllooooooooo couch.... Here comes Chooey!

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